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As
the
warm
August
days
passed
,
Pollyanna
went
very
frequently
to
the
great
house
on
Pendleton
Hill
.
She
did
not
feel
,
however
,
that
her
visits
were
really
a
success
.
Not
but
that
the
man
seemed
to
want
her
there
--
he
sent
for
her
,
indeed
,
frequently
;
but
that
when
she
was
there
,
he
seemed
scarcely
any
the
happier
for
her
presence
--
at
least
,
so
Pollyanna
thought
.
He
talked
to
her
,
it
was
true
,
and
he
showed
her
many
strange
and
beautiful
things
--
books
,
pictures
,
and
curios
.
But
he
still
fretted
audibly
over
his
own
helplessness
,
and
he
chafed
visibly
under
the
rules
and
"
regulatings
"
of
the
unwelcome
members
of
his
household
.
He
did
,
indeed
,
seem
to
like
to
hear
Pollyanna
talk
,
however
,
and
Pollyanna
talked
,
Pollyanna
liked
to
talk
--
but
she
was
never
sure
that
she
would
not
look
up
and
find
him
lying
back
on
his
pillow
with
that
white
,
hurt
look
that
always
pained
her
;
and
she
was
never
sure
which
--
if
any
--
of
her
words
had
brought
it
there
.
As
for
telling
him
the
"
glad
game
,
"
and
trying
to
get
him
to
play
it
--
Pollyanna
had
never
seen
the
time
yet
when
she
thought
he
would
care
to
hear
about
it
.
She
had
twice
tried
to
tell
him
;
but
neither
time
had
she
got
beyond
the
beginning
of
what
her
father
had
said
--
John
Pendleton
had
on
each
occasion
turned
the
conversation
abruptly
to
another
subject
.
Pollyanna
never
doubted
now
that
John
Pendleton
was
her
Aunt
Polly
's
one-time
lover
;
and
with
all
the
strength
of
her
loving
,
loyal
heart
,
she
wished
she
could
in
some
way
bring
happiness
into
their
to
her
mind
--
miserably
lonely
lives
.
Just
how
she
was
to
do
this
,
however
,
she
could
not
see
.
She
talked
to
Mr.
Pendleton
about
her
aunt
;
and
he
listened
,
sometimes
politely
,
sometimes
irritably
,
frequently
with
a
quizzical
smile
on
his
usually
stern
lips
.
She
talked
to
her
aunt
about
Mr.
Pendleton
--
or
rather
,
she
tried
to
talk
to
her
about
him
.
As
a
general
thing
,
however
,
Miss
Polly
would
not
listen
--
long
.
She
always
found
something
else
to
talk
about
.
She
frequently
did
that
,
however
,
when
Pollyanna
was
talking
of
others
--
of
Dr.
Chilton
,
for
instance
.
Pollyanna
laid
this
,
though
,
to
the
fact
that
it
had
been
Dr.
Chilton
who
had
seen
her
in
the
sun
parlor
with
the
rose
in
her
hair
and
the
lace
shawl
draped
about
her
shoulders
.
Aunt
Polly
,
indeed
,
seemed
particularly
bitter
against
Dr.
Chilton
,
as
Pollyanna
found
out
one
day
when
a
hard
cold
shut
her
up
in
the
house
.
"
If
you
are
not
better
by
night
I
shall
send
for
the
doctor
,
"
Aunt
Polly
said
.
"
Shall
you
?
Then
I
'm
going
to
be
worse
,
"
gurgled
Pollyanna
.
"
I
'd
love
to
have
Dr.
Chilton
come
to
see
me
!
"
She
wondered
,
then
,
at
the
look
that
came
to
her
aunt
's
face
.
"
It
will
not
be
Dr.
Chilton
,
Pollyanna
,
"
Miss
Polly
said
sternly
.
"
Dr.
Chilton
is
not
our
family
physician
.
I
shall
send
for
Dr.
Warren
--
if
you
are
worse
.
"
Pollyanna
did
not
grow
worse
,
however
,
and
Dr.
Warren
was
not
summoned
.
"
And
I
'm
so
glad
,
too
,
"
Pollyanna
said
to
her
aunt
that
evening
.
"
Of
course
I
like
Dr.
Warren
,
and
all
that
;
but
I
like
Dr.
Chilton
better
,
and
I
'm
afraid
he
'd
feel
hurt
if
I
did
n't
have
him
.
You
see
,
he
was
n't
really
to
blame
,
after
all
,
that
he
happened
to
see
you
when
I
'd
dressed
you
up
so
pretty
that
day
,
Aunt
Polly
,
"
she
finished
wistfully
.
