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O dear! Then you wouldnt like it, of course. Im afraid, now, you wont ever play the game, Aunt Polly. Game? What game? Why, that father Pollyanna clapped her hand to her lips. N-nothing, she stammered. Miss Polly frowned. That will do for this morning, Pollyanna, she said tersely. And the sewing lesson was over. It was that afternoon that Pollyanna, coming down from her attic room, met her aunt on the stairway. Why, Aunt Polly, how perfectly lovely! she cried. You were coming up to see me! Come right in. I love company, she finished, scampering up the stairs and throwing her door wide open. Now Miss Polly had not been intending to call on her niece. She had been planning to look for a certain white wool shawl in the cedar chest near the east window. But to her unbounded surprise now, she found herself, not in the main attic before the cedar chest, but in Pollyannas little room sitting in one of the straight-backed chairsso many, many times since Pollyanna came, Miss Polly had found herself like this, doing some utterly unexpected, surprising thing, quite unlike the thing she had set out to do! I love company, said Pollyanna, again, flitting about as if she were dispensing the hospitality of a palace; specially since Ive had this room, all mine, you know. Oh, of course, I had a room, always, but twas a hired room, and hired rooms arent half as nice as owned ones, are they? And of course I do own this one, dont I? Why, y-yes, Pollyanna, murmured Miss Polly, vaguely wondering why she did not get up at once and go to look for that shawl. And of course now I just love this room, even if it hasnt got the carpets and curtains and pictures that Id been want With a painful blush Pollyanna stopped short. She was plunging into an entirely different sentence when her aunt interrupted her sharply. Whats that, Pollyanna? N-nothing, Aunt Polly, truly. I didnt mean to say it. Probably not, returned Miss Polly, coldly; but you did say it, so suppose we have the rest of it. But it wasnt anything only that Id been kind of planning on pretty carpets and lace curtains and things, you know,. But, of course Planning on them! interrupted Miss Polly, sharply. Pollyanna blushed still more painfully. I ought not to have, of course, Aunt Polly, she apologized. It was only because Id always wanted them and hadnt had them, I suppose. Oh, wed had two rugs in the barrels, but they were little, you know, and one had ink spots, and the other holes; and there never were only those two pictures; the one fathI mean the good one we sold, and the bad one that broke. Of course if it hadnt been for all that I shouldnt have wanted them, sopretty things, I mean; and I shouldnt have got to planning all through the hall that first day how pretty mine would be here, andand But, truly, Aunt Polly, it wasnt but just a minuteI mean, a few minutesbefore I was being glad that the bureau didnt have a looking-glass, because it didnt show my freckles; and there couldnt be a nicer picture than the one out my window there; and youve been so good to me, that Miss Polly rose suddenly to her feet. Her face was very red. |
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