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"Thatwilldo,Pollyanna. IreallydonotwishtodiscussDr.Chilton—orhisfeelings,"reprovedMissPolly,decisively.
Pollyannalookedatherforamomentwithmournfullyinterestedeyes; thenshesighed:
"Ijustlovetoseeyouwhenyourcheeksarepinklikethat,AuntPolly; butIwouldsoliketofixyourhair. If—Why,AuntPolly!" Butherauntwasalreadyoutofsightdownthehall.
ItwastowardtheendofAugustthatPollyanna,makinganearlymorningcallonJohnPendleton,foundtheflamingbandofblueandgoldandgreenedgedwithredandvioletlyingacrosshispillow. Shestoppedshortinaweddelight.
"Why,Mr.Pendleton,it’sababyrainbow—arealrainbowcomeintopayyouavisit!"sheexclaimed,clappingherhandstogethersoftly. "Oh—oh—oh,howprettyitis! ButhowDIDitgetin?"shecried.
Themanlaughedalittlegrimly:JohnPendletonwasparticularlyoutofsortswiththeworldthismorning.
"Well,Isupposeit‘gotin’throughthebevellededgeofthatglassthermometerinthewindow,"hesaidwearily. "Thesunshouldn’tstrikeitatallbutitdoesinthemorning."
"Oh,butit’ssopretty,Mr.Pendleton! Anddoesjustthesundothat? My! ifitwasmineI’dhaveithanginthesunalldaylong!"
