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.
CHAPTER XVII. “JUST LIKE A BOOK”
John Pendleton greeted Pollyanna to-day with a smile.
“Well, Miss Pollyanna, I'm thinking you must be a very forgiving little person, else you wouldn't have come to see me again to-day.”
“Why, Mr. Pendleton, I was real glad to come, and I'm sure I don't see why I shouldn't be, either.”