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"
Oh
,
yes
,
sir
.
Auntie
has
one
with
a
sun
parlor
over
it
.
That
's
the
roof
I
slept
on
--
only
I
did
n't
sleep
,
you
know
.
They
found
me
.
"
"
Eh
?
Oh
!
Well
,
when
you
get
into
the
house
,
go
straight
through
the
vestibule
and
hall
to
the
door
at
the
end
.
On
the
big
,
flat-topped
desk
in
the
middle
of
the
room
you
'll
find
a
telephone
.
Do
you
know
how
to
use
a
telephone
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
sir
!
Why
,
once
when
Aunt
Polly
--
"
"
Never
mind
Aunt
Polly
now
,
"
cut
in
the
man
scowlingly
,
as
he
tried
to
move
himself
a
little
.
"
Hunt
up
Dr.
Thomas
Chilton
's
number
on
the
card
you
'll
find
somewhere
around
there
--
it
ought
to
be
on
the
hook
down
at
the
side
,
but
it
probably
wo
n't
be
.
You
know
a
telephone
card
,
I
suppose
,
when
you
see
one
!
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
sir
!
I
just
love
Aunt
Polly
's
.
There
's
such
a
lot
of
queer
names
,
and
--
"
"
Tell
Dr.
Chilton
that
John
Pendleton
is
at
the
foot
of
Little
Eagle
Ledge
in
Pendleton
Woods
with
a
broken
leg
,
and
to
come
at
once
with
a
stretcher
and
two
men
.
He
'll
know
what
to
do
besides
that
.
Tell
him
to
come
by
the
path
from
the
house
.
"
"
A
broken
leg
?
Oh
,
Mr.
Pendleton
,
how
perfectly
awful
!
"
shuddered
Pollyanna
.
"
But
I
'm
so
glad
I
came
!
Ca
n't
I
do
--
"
"
Yes
,
you
can
--
but
evidently
you
wo
n't
!
WILL
you
go
and
do
what
I
ask
and
stop
talking
,
"
moaned
the
man
,
faintly
.
And
,
with
a
little
sobbing
cry
,
Pollyanna
went
.
Pollyanna
did
not
stop
now
to
look
up
at
the
patches
of
blue
between
the
sunlit
tops
of
the
trees
.
She
kept
her
eyes
on
the
ground
to
make
sure
that
no
twig
nor
stone
tripped
her
hurrying
feet
.
It
was
not
long
before
she
came
in
sight
of
the
house
.
She
had
seen
it
before
,
though
never
so
near
as
this
.
She
was
almost
frightened
now
at
the
massiveness
of
the
great
pile
of
gray
stone
with
its
pillared
verandas
and
its
imposing
entrance
.
Pausing
only
a
moment
,
however
,
she
sped
across
the
big
neglected
lawn
and
around
the
house
to
the
side
door
under
the
porte-cochere
.
Her
fingers
,
stiff
from
their
tight
clutch
upon
the
keys
,
were
anything
but
skilful
in
their
efforts
to
turn
the
bolt
in
the
lock
;
but
at
last
the
heavy
,
carved
door
swung
slowly
back
on
its
hinges
.
