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Downstairs in Miss Pollys room next the sun parlor, Miss Polly herself was hurrying into dressing gown and slippers, her face white and frightened. A minute before she had been telephoning in a shaking voice to Timothy: Come up quick!you and your father. Bring lanterns. Somebody is on the roof of the sun parlor. He must have climbed up the rose-trellis or somewhere, and of course he can get right into the house through the east window in the attic. I have locked the attic door down herebut hurry, quick! Some time later, Pollyanna, just dropping off to sleep, was startled by a lantern flash, and a trio of amazed ejaculations. She opened her eyes to find Timothy at the top of a ladder near her, Old Tom just getting through the window, and her aunt peering out at her from behind him. Pollyanna, what does this mean? cried Aunt Polly then. Pollyanna blinked sleepy eyes and sat up. Why, Mr. TomAunt Polly! she stammered. Dont look so scared! It isnt that Ive got the consumption, you know, like Joel Hartley. Its only that I was so hotin there. But I shut the window, Aunt Polly, so the flies couldnt carry those germ-things in. Timothy disappeared suddenly down the ladder. Old Tom, with almost equal precipitation, handed his lantern to Miss Polly, and followed his son. Miss Polly bit her lip harduntil the men were gone; then she said sternly: Pollyanna, hand those things to me at once and come in here. Of all the extraordinary children! she ejaculated a little later, as, with Pollyanna by her side, and the lantern in her hand, she turned back into the attic. To Pollyanna the air was all the more stifling after that cool breath of the out of doors; but she did not complain. She only drew a long quivering sigh. At the top of the stairs Miss Polly jerked out crisply: For the rest of the night, Pollyanna, you are to sleep in my bed with me. The screens will be here tomorrow, but until then I consider it my duty to keep you where I know where you are. Pollyanna drew in her breath. With you?in your bed? she cried rapturously. Oh, Aunt Polly, Aunt Polly, how perfectly lovely of you! And when Ive so wanted to sleep with some one sometimesome one that belonged to me, you know; not a Ladies Aider. Ive had them. My! I reckon I am glad now those screens didnt come! Wouldnt you be? There was no reply. Miss Polly was stalking on ahead. Miss Polly, to tell the truth, was feeling curiously helpless. For the third time since Pollyannas arrival, Miss Polly was punishing Pollyannaand for the third time she was being confronted with the amazing fact that her punishment was being taken as a special reward of merit. No wonder Miss Polly was feeling curiously helpless. |
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