"But I'm so glad I came! Can't _I_ do--" "Yes, you can--but evidently you won'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.