A Red Rose and a Lace Shawl
It was on a rainy day about a week after Pollyannas visit to Mr. John Pendleton, that Miss Polly was driven by Timothy to an early afternoon committee meeting of the Ladies Aid Society. When she returned at three oclock, her cheeks were a bright, pretty pink, and her hair, blown by the damp wind, had fluffed into kinks and curls wherever the loosened pins had given leave.
Pollyanna had never before seen her aunt look like this.
Ohohoh! Why, Aunt Polly, youve got em, too, she cried rapturously, dancing round and round her aunt, as that lady entered the sitting room.
Got what, you impossible child?
Pollyanna was still revolving round and round her aunt.
And I never knew you had em! Can folks have em when you dont know theyve got em? Do you suppose I could?fore I get to Heaven, I mean, she cried, pulling out with eager fingers the straight locks above her ears. But then, they wouldnt be black, if they did come. You cant hide the black part.
Pollyanna, what does all this mean? demanded Aunt Polly, hurriedly removing her hat, and trying to smooth back her disordered hair.
No, noplease, Aunt Polly! Pollyannas jubilant voice turned to one of distressed appeal. Dont smooth em out! Its those that Im talking aboutthose darling little black curls. Oh, Aunt Polly, theyre so pretty!
Nonsense! What do you mean, Pollyanna, by going to the Ladies Aid the other day in that absurd fashion about that beggar boy?
But it isnt nonsense, urged Pollyanna, answering only the first of her aunts remarks. You dont know how pretty you look with your hair like that! Oh, Aunt Polly, please, maynt I do your hair like I did Mrs. Snows, and put in a flower? Id so love to see you that way! Why, youd be ever so much prettier than she was!
Pollyanna! (Miss Polly spoke very sharplyall the more sharply because Pollyannas words had given her an odd throb of joy: when before had anybody cared how she, or her hair looked? When before had anybody loved to see her pretty?) Pollyanna, you did not answer my question. Why did you go to the Ladies Aid in that absurd fashion?
Yesm, I know; but, please, I didnt know it was absurd until I went and found out theyd rather see their report grow than Jimmy. So then I wrote to my Ladies Aiderscause Jimmy is far away from them, you know; and I thought maybe he could be their little India boy same asAunt Polly, was I your little India girl? And, Aunt Polly, you will let me do your hair, wont you?
Aunt Polly put her hand to her throatthe old, helpless feeling was upon her, she knew.
But, Pollyanna, when the ladies Old me this afternoon how you came to them, I was so ashamed! I
Pollyanna began to dance up and down lightly on her toes.
You didnt!You didnt say I couldnt do your hair, she crowed triumphantly; and so Im sure it means just the other way round, sort oflike it did the other day about Mr. Pendletons jelly that you didnt send, but didnt want me to say you didnt send, you know. Now wait just where you are. Ill get a comb.
But Pollyanna, Pollyanna, remonstrated Aunt Polly, following the little girl from the room and panting upstairs after her.
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