Eleanor H. Porter: Pollyanna

19. CHAPTER XIX. WHICH IS SOMEWHAT SURPRISING (continued)

"Pollyanna, for Heaven's sake, say nothing of what I asked you--yet," he begged, in a low voice. Pollyanna dimpled into a sunny smile.

"Of course not! Just as if I didn't know you'd rather tell her yourself!" she called back merrily over her shoulder.

John Pendleton fell limply back in his chair.

"Why, what's up?" demanded the doctor, a minute later, his fingers on his patient's galloping pulse.

A whimsical smile trembled on John Pendleton's lips.

"Overdose of your--tonic, I guess," he laughed, as he noted the doctor's eyes following Pollyanna's little figure down the driveway.