POLLYANNA
"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
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