A Surprise for Mrs. Snow
The next time Pollyanna went to see Mrs. Snow, she found that lady, as at first, in a darkened room.
Its the little girl from Miss Pollys, mother, announced Milly, in a tired manner; then Pollyanna found herself alone with the invalid.
Oh, its you, is it? asked a fretful voice from the bed. I remember you. Anybodyd remember you, I guess, if they saw you once. I wish you had come yesterday. I wanted you yesterday.
Did you? Well, Im glad tisnt any farther away from yesterday than today is, then, laughed Pollyanna, advancing cheerily into the room, and setting her basket carefully down on a chair. My! but arent you dark here, though? I cant see you a bit, she cried, unhesitatingly crossing to the window and pulling up the shade. I want to see if youve fixed your hair like I didoh, you havent! But, never mind; Im glad you havent, after all, cause maybe youll let me do itlater. But now I want you to see what Ive brought you.
The woman stirred restlessly.
Just as if how it looks would make any difference in how it tastes, she scoffedbut she turned her eyes toward the basket. Well, what is it?
Guess! What do you want? Pollyanna had skipped back to the basket. Her face was alight. The sick woman frowned.
Why, I dont want anything, as I know of, she sighed. After all, they all taste alike!
This wont. Guess! If you did want something, what would it be?
The woman hesitated. She did not realize it herself, but she had so long been accustomed to wanting what she did not have, that to state off-hand what she did want seemed impossibleuntil she knew what she had. Obviously, however, she must say something. This extraordinary child was waiting.
Well, of course, theres lamb broth
Ive got it! crowed Pollyanna.
But thats what I didnt want, sighed the sick woman, sure now of what her stomach craved. It was chicken I wanted.
Oh, Ive got that, too, chuckled Pollyanna.
The woman turned in amazement.
Both of them? she demanded.
Yesand calfs-foot jelly, triumphed Pollyanna. I was just bound you should have what you wanted for once; so Nancy and I fixed it. Oh, of course, theres only a little of eachbut theres some of all of em! Im so glad you did want chicken, she went on contentedly, as she lifted the three little bowls from her basket. You see, I got to thinking on the way herewhat if you should say tripe, or onions, or something like that, that I didnt have! Wouldnt it have been a shamewhen Id tried so hard? she laughed merrily.
There was no reply. The sick woman seemed to be tryingmentally to find something she had lost.
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