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Oh, I love black hair! I should be so glad if I only had it, sighed Pollyanna. Mrs. Snow dropped the mirror and turned irritably. Well, you wouldnt!not if you were me. You wouldnt be glad for black hair nor anything elseif you had to lie here all day as I do! Pollyanna bent her brows in a thoughtful frown. Why, twould be kind of hardto do it then, wouldnt it? she mused aloud. Do what? Be glad about things. Be glad about thingswhen youre sick in bed all your days? Well, I should say it would, retorted Mrs. Snow. If you dont think so, just tell me something to be glad about; thats all! To Mrs. Snows unbounded amazement, Pollyanna sprang to her feet and clapped her hands. Oh, goody! Thatll be a hard onewont it? Ive got to go, now, but Ill think and think all the way home; and maybe the next time I come I can tell it to you. Goodby. Ive had a lovely time! Goodby, she called again, as she tripped through the doorway. Well, I never! Now, what does she mean by that? ejaculated Mrs. Snow, staring after her visitor. By and by she turned her head and picked up the mirror, eyeing her reflection critically. That little thing has got a knack with hair and no mistake, she muttered under her breath. I declare, I didnt know it could look so pretty. But then, whats the use? she sighed, dropping the little glass into the bedclothes, and rolling her head on the pillow fretfully. A little later, when Milly, Mrs. Snows daughter, came in, the mirror still lay among the bedclothes it had been carefully hidden from sight. Why, motherthe curtain is up! cried Milly, dividing her amazed stare between the window and the pink in her mothers hair. Well, what if it is? snapped the sick woman. I neednt stay in the dark all my life, if I am sick, need I? Why, n-no, of course not, rejoined Milly, in hasty conciliation, as she reached for the medicine bottle. Its onlywell, you know very well that Ive tried to get you to have a lighter room for ages and you wouldnt. There was no reply to this. Mrs. Snow was picking at the lace on her nightgown. At last she spoke fretfully. I should think somebody might give me a new nightdressinstead of lamb broth, for a change! Whymother! No wonder Milly quite gasped aloud with bewilderment. In the drawer behind her at that moment lay two new nightdresses that Milly for months had been vainly urging her mother to wear. |
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