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"
That
's
just
what
I
do
n't
want
you
to
know
,
Aunt
Polly
,
and
I
was
afraid
you
WOULD
peek
,
so
I
tied
on
the
handkerchief
.
Now
sit
still
.
It
wo
n't
take
but
just
a
minute
,
then
I
'll
let
you
see
.
"
"
But
,
Pollyanna
,
"
began
Miss
Polly
,
struggling
blindly
to
her
feet
,
"
you
must
take
this
off
!
You
--
child
,
child
!
what
ARE
you
doing
?
"
she
gasped
,
as
she
felt
a
soft
something
slipped
about
her
shoulders
.
Pollyanna
only
chuckled
the
more
gleefully
.
With
trembling
fingers
she
was
draping
about
her
aunt
's
shoulders
the
fleecy
folds
of
a
beautiful
lace
shawl
,
yellowed
from
long
years
of
packing
away
,
and
fragrant
with
lavender
.
Pollyanna
had
found
the
shawl
the
week
before
when
Nancy
had
been
regulating
the
attic
;
and
it
had
occurred
to
her
to-day
that
there
was
no
reason
why
her
aunt
,
as
well
as
Mrs.
White
of
her
Western
home
,
should
not
be
"
dressed
up
.
"
Her
task
completed
,
Pollyanna
surveyed
her
work
with
eyes
that
approved
,
but
that
saw
yet
one
touch
wanting
.
Promptly
,
therefore
,
she
pulled
her
aunt
toward
the
sun
parlor
where
she
could
see
a
belated
red
rose
blooming
on
the
trellis
within
reach
of
her
hand
.
"
Pollyanna
,
what
are
you
doing
?
Where
are
you
taking
me
to
?
"
recoiled
Aunt
Polly
,
vainly
trying
to
hold
herself
back
.
"
Pollyanna
,
I
shall
not
--
"
"
It
's
just
to
the
sun
parlor
--
only
a
minute
!
I
'll
have
you
ready
now
quicker
'n
no
time
,
"
panted
Pollyanna
,
reaching
for
the
rose
and
thrusting
it
into
the
soft
hair
above
Miss
Polly
's
left
ear
.
"
There
!
"
she
exulted
,
untying
the
knot
of
the
handkerchief
and
flinging
the
bit
of
linen
far
from
her
.
"
Oh
,
Aunt
Polly
,
now
I
reckon
you
'll
be
glad
I
dressed
you
up
!
"
For
one
dazed
moment
Miss
Polly
looked
at
her
bedecked
self
,
and
at
her
surroundings
;
then
she
gave
a
low
cry
and
fled
to
her
room
.
Pollyanna
,
following
the
direction
of
her
aunt
's
last
dismayed
gaze
,
saw
,
through
the
open
windows
of
the
sun
parlor
,
the
horse
and
gig
turning
into
the
driveway
.
She
recognized
at
once
the
man
who
held
the
reins
.
Delightedly
she
leaned
forward
.
"
Dr.
Chilton
,
Dr.
Chilton
!
Did
you
want
to
see
me
?
I
'm
up
here
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
smiled
the
doctor
,
a
little
gravely
.
"
Will
you
come
down
,
please
?
"
In
the
bedroom
Pollyanna
found
a
flushed-faced
,
angry-eyed
woman
plucking
at
the
pins
that
held
a
lace
shawl
in
place
.
