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13. CHAPTER XIII. IN PENDLETON WOODS (continued)
In what seemed, even to the injured man, an incredibly short time, Pollyanna was back in the woods at the man's side.
"Well, what is the trouble? Couldn't you get in?" he demanded.
Pollyanna opened wide her eyes.
"Why, of course I could! I'm HERE," she answered. "As if I'd be here if I hadn't got in! And the doctor will be right up just as soon as possible with the men and things. He said he knew just where you were, so I didn't stay to show him. I wanted to be with you."
"Did you?" smiled the man, grimly. "Well, I can't say I admire your taste. I should think you might find pleasanter companions."
"Do you mean--because you're so--cross?
"Thanks for your frankness. Yes."
Pollyanna laughed softly.
"But you're only cross OUTSIDE--You arn't cross inside a bit!"
"Indeed! How do you know that?" asked the man, trying to change the position of his head without moving the rest of his body.
"Oh, lots of ways; there--like that--the way you act with the dog," she added, pointing to the long, slender hand that rested on the dog's sleek head near him. "It's funny how dogs and cats know the insides of folks better than other folks do, isn't it? Say, I'm going to hold your head," she finished abruptly.
The man winced several times and groaned once; softly while the change was being made; but in the end he found Pollyanna's lap a very welcome substitute for the rocky hollow in which his head had lain before.
"Well, that is--better," he murmured faintly.
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