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The great gray pile of masonry looked very different to Pollyanna when she made her second visit to the house of Mr. John Pendleton. Windows were open, an elderly woman was hanging out clothes in the back yard, and the doctor's gig stood under the porte-cochère.
As before Pollyanna went to the side door. This time she rang the bell -- her fingers were not stiff today from a tight clutch on a bunch of keys.