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`` Dear me ! Well , I do n't see where the difference is , '' sighed Pollyanna , as she went to hang her hat on the one particular hook in the house upon which Aunt Polly had said that it must be hung . It was on a rainy day about a week after Pollyanna 's visit to Mr. John Pendleton , that Miss Polly was driven by Timothy to an early afternoon committee meeting of the Ladies ' Aid Society . When she returned at three o'clock , her cheeks were a bright , pretty pink , and her hair , blown by the damp wind , had fluffed into kinks and curls wherever the loosened pins had given leave . Pollyanna had never before seen her aunt look like this . `` Oh -- oh -- oh ! Why , Aunt Polly , you 've got 'em , too , '' she cried rapturously , dancing round and round her aunt , as that lady entered the sitting room .