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           "Yes. Ireckonshemeantshedidn’twantmethere. Yousee,shesaid:‘Yes,yes,runalong,runalong—do! Iwishyou’dgonebefore.’" 

           Thedoctorsmiled—butwithhislipsonly. Hiseyeswereverygrave. Forsometimehesaidnothing; then,alittlehesitatingly,heasked: 

           "Wasn’tit—yourauntIsawwithyouafewminutesago—inthewindowofthesunparlor?" 

           Pollyannadrewalongbreath. 

           "Yes; that’swhat’sthewholetrouble,Isuppose. YouseeI’ddressedherupinaperfectlylovelylaceshawlIfoundup-stairs,andI’dfixedherhairandputonarose,andshelookedsopretty. Didn’tYOUthinkshelookedjustlovely?" 

           Foramomentthedoctordidnotanswer. WhenhedidspeakhisvoicewassolowPollyannacouldbutjusthearthewords. 

           "Yes,Pollyanna,I—Ithoughtshedidlook—justlovely." 

           "Didyou? I’msoglad! I’lltellher,"noddedthelittlegirl,contentedly. 

           Tohersurprisethedoctorgaveasuddenexclamation. 

           "Never! Pollyanna,I—I’mafraidIshallhavetoaskyounottotellher—that." 

           "Why,Dr.Chilton!Whynot? Ishouldthinkyou’dbeglad—" 

           "Butshemightnotbe,"cutinthedoctor. 

           Pollyannaconsideredthisforamoment. 

           "That’sso—maybeshewouldn’t,"shesighed. "Iremembernow; ‘twas‘causeshesawyouthatsheran. Andshe—shespokeafterwardsaboutherbeingseeninthatrig." 

           "Ithoughtasmuch,"declaredthedoctor,underhisbreath. 

           "Still,Idon’tseewhy,"maintainedPollyanna,"—whenshelookedsopretty!"