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Pollyanna
looked
distressed
.
"
N-no
,
sir
:
she
did
n't
.
She
said
I
must
be
very
sure
not
to
let
you
think
she
did
send
it
.
But
I
--
"
"
I
thought
as
much
,
"
vouchsafed
the
man
,
shortly
,
turning
away
his
head
.
And
Pollyanna
,
still
more
distressed
,
tiptoed
from
the
room
.
Under
the
porte-cochere
she
found
the
doctor
waiting
in
his
gig
.
The
nurse
stood
on
the
steps
.
"
Well
,
Miss
Pollyanna
,
may
I
have
the
pleasure
of
seeing
you
home
?
"
asked
the
doctor
smilingly
.
"
I
started
to
drive
on
a
few
minutes
ago
;
then
it
occurred
to
me
that
I
'd
wait
for
you
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
sir
.
I
'm
glad
you
did
.
I
just
love
to
ride
,
"
beamed
Pollyanna
,
as
he
reached
out
his
hand
to
help
her
in
.
"
Do
you
?
"
smiled
the
doctor
,
nodding
his
head
in
farewell
to
the
young
man
on
the
steps
.
"
Well
,
as
near
as
I
can
judge
,
there
are
a
good
many
things
you
'
love
'
to
do
--
eh
?
"
he
added
,
as
they
drove
briskly
away
.
Pollyanna
laughed
.
"
Why
,
I
do
n't
know
.
I
reckon
perhaps
there
are
,
"
she
admitted
.
"
I
like
to
do
'
most
everything
that
's
LIVING
.
Of
course
I
do
n't
like
the
other
things
very
well
--
sewing
,
and
reading
out
loud
,
and
all
that
.
But
THEY
are
n't
LIVING
.
"
"
No
?
What
are
they
,
then
?
"
