urning 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.

"Pollyanna, how could you?" moaned the woman. "To think of your rigging
me up like this, and then letting me--BE SEEN!"

Pollyanna stopped in dismay.

"But you looked lovely--perfectly lovely, Aunt Polly; and--"

"'Lovely'!" scorned the woman, flinging the shawl to one side and
attacking her hair with shaking fingers.

"Oh, Aunt Polly, please, please let the hair stay!"

"Stay? Like this? As if I would!" And Miss Polly pulled the locks so
tightly back that the last curl lay stretched dead at the ends of her
fingers.

"O dear! And you did look so pretty," almost sobbed Pollyanna, as she
stumbled through the door.

Down-stairs Pollyanna found the doctor waiting in his gig.

"I've prescribed you for a patient, and he's sent me to get the
prescription filled," announced the doctor. "Will you go?"

"You mean--an errand--to the drug store?" asked Pollyanna, a little
uncertainly. "I used to go some--for the Ladies' Aiders."

The doctor shook his head with a smile.

"Not exactly. It's Mr. John Pendleton. He would like to see you to-day,
if you'll be so good as to come. It's stopped raining, so I drove down
after you. Will you come? I'll call for you and bring you back before
six o'clock."

"I'd love to!" exclaimed Pollyanna. "Let me ask Aunt Polly."

In a few moments she returned, hat in hand, but with rather a sober
face.

"Didn't--your aunt want you to go?" asked the doctor, a little
diffidently, as they drove away.

"Y-yes," sighed Pollyanna. "She--she wanted me to go TOO much, I'm
afraid."

"Wanted you to go TOO MUCH!"

Pollyanna sighed again.

"Yes. I reckon she meant she didn't want me there. You see, she said:
'Yes, yes, run along, run along--do! I wish you'd gone before.'"

The doctor smiled--but with his lips only. His eyes were very grave. For
some time he said nothing; then, a little hesitatingly, he asked:

"Wasn't it--your aunt I saw with you a few minutes ago--in the window of
the sun parlor?"

Pollyanna drew a long breath.

"Yes; that's what's the whole trouble, I suppose. You see I'd dressed
her up in a perfectly