When he did speak his voice was so low Pollyanna could but just hear the words.
"Yes, Pollyanna, I--I thought she did look--just lovely." "Did you?
I'm so glad! I'll tell her," nodded the little girl, contentedly.
To her surprise the doctor gave a sudden exclamation.
"Never! Pollyanna, I--I'm afraid I shall have to ask you not to tell her--that." "Why, Dr.Chilton! Why not?
I should think you'd be glad--" "But she might not be," cut in the doctor.
Pollyanna considered this for a moment.
"That's so--maybe she wouldn't," she sighed.

"I remember now; 'twas 'cause she saw you that she ran.

And she--she spoke afterwards about her being seen in that rig." "I thought as much," declared the doctor, under his breath.
"Still, I don't see why," maintained Pollyanna, "-- when she looked so pretty!" The doctor said nothing.

He did not speak again, indeed, until they were almost to the great stone house in which John Pendleton lay with a broken leg..