"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.