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A Red rose and a Lace shawl
"‘Lovely’!"scornedthewoman,flingingtheshawltoonesideandattackingherhairwithshakingfingers.
"Oh,AuntPolly,please,pleaseletthehairstay!"
"Stay? Likethis? AsifIwould!" AndMissPollypulledthelockssotightlybackthatthelastcurllaystretcheddeadattheendsofherfingers.
"Odear! Andyoudidlooksopretty,"almostsobbedPollyanna,asshestumbledthroughthedoor.
Down-stairsPollyannafoundthedoctorwaitinginhisgig.
"I’veprescribedyouforapatient,andhe’ssentmetogettheprescriptionfilled,"announcedthedoctor. "Willyougo?"
"Youmean—anerrand—tothedrugstore?"askedPollyanna,alittleuncertainly. "Iusedtogosome—fortheLadies’Aiders."
Thedoctorshookhisheadwithasmile.
"Notexactly. It’sMr.JohnPendleton. Hewouldliketoseeyouto-day,ifyou’llbesogoodastocome. It’sstoppedraining,soIdrovedownafteryou. Willyoucome? I’llcallforyouandbringyoubackbeforesixo’clock."
"I’dloveto!"exclaimedPollyanna. "LetmeaskAuntPolly."
Inafewmomentsshereturned,hatinhand,butwithratherasoberface.
"Didn’t—yourauntwantyoutogo?"askedthedoctor,alittlediffidently,astheydroveaway.
"Y-yes,"sighedPollyanna. "She—shewantedmetogoTOOmuch,I’mafraid."
"WantedyoutogoTOOMUCH!"
Pollyannasighedagain.
