Now wait just where you are.

I'll get a comb." "But Pollyanna, Pollyanna," remonstrated Aunt Polly, following the little girl from the room and panting up-stairs after her.
"Oh, did you come up here ?" Pollyanna greeted her at the door of Miss Polly's own room.

"That'll be nicer yet! I've got the comb.

Now sit down, please, right here.

Oh, I'm so glad you let me do it!" "But, Pollyanna, I--I--" Miss Polly did not finish her sentence.