Pollyanna and Punishments
At half-past one oclock Timothy drove Miss Polly and her niece to the four or five principal dry goods stores, which were about half a mile from the homestead.
Fitting Pollyanna with a new wardrobe proved to be more or less of an exciting experience for all concerned. Miss Polly came out of it with the feeling of limp relaxation that one might have at finding oneself at last on solid earth after a perilous walk across the very thin crust of a volcano. The various clerks who had waited upon the pair came out of it with very red faces, and enough amusing stories of Pollyanna to keep their friends in gales of laughter the rest of the week. Pollyanna herself came out of it with radiant smiles and a heart content; for, as she expressed it to one of the clerks: When you havent had anybody but missionary barrels and Ladies Aiders to dress you, it IS perfectly lovely to just walk right in and buy clothes that are brand-new, and that dont have to be tucked up or let down because they dont fit!
The shopping expedition consumed the entire afternoon; then came supper and a delightful talk with Old Tom in the garden, and another with Nancy on the back porch, after the dishes were done, and while Aunt Polly paid a visit to a neighbor.
Old Tom told Pollyanna wonderful things of her mother, that made her very happy indeed; and Nancy told her all about the little farm six miles away at The Corners, where lived her own dear mother, and her equally dear brother and sisters. She promised, too, that sometime, if Miss Polly were willing, Pollyanna should be taken to see them.
And theyve got lovely names, too. Youll like their names, sighed Nancy. Theyre Algernon, and Florabelle and Estelle. II just hate Nancy!
Oh, Nancy, what a dreadful thing to say! Why?
Because it isnt pretty like the others. You see, I was the first baby, and mother hadnt begun ter read so many stories with the pretty names in em, then.
But I love Nancy, just because its you, declared Pollyanna.
Humph! Well, I guess you could love Clarissa Mabelle just as well, retorted Nancy, and it would be a heap happier for me. I think that names just grand!
Well, anyhow, she chuckled, you can be glad it isnt Hephzibah.
Yes. Mrs. Whites name is that. Her husband calls her Hep, and she doesnt like it. She says when he calls out HepHep! she feels just as if the next minute he was going to yell Hurrah! And she doesnt like to be hurrahed at.
Nancys gloomy face relaxed into a broad smile.
Well, if you dont beat the Dutch! Say, do you know?I shant never hear Nancy now that I dont think o that HepHep! and giggle. My, I guess I am glad She stopped short and turned amazed eyes on the little girl. Say, Miss Pollyanna, do you meanwas you playin that ere game thenabout my bein glad I want named Hephzibah?
Pollyanna frowned; then she laughed.
Why, Nancy, thats so! I was playing the gamebut thats one of the times I just did it without thinking, I reckon. You see, you do, lots of times; you get so used to itlooking for something to be glad about,
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