Pollyanna did not go to school tomorrow, nor the day after tomorrow. Pollyanna, however, did not realize this, except momentarily when a brief period of full consciousness sent insistent questions to her lips. Pollyanna did not realize anything, in fact, very clearly until a week had passed; then the fever subsided, the pain lessened somewhat, and her mind awoke to full consciousness. She had then to be told all over again what had occurred.
And so its hurt that I am, and not sick, she sighed at last. Well, Im glad of that.
G-glad, Pollyanna? asked her aunt, who was sitting by the bed.
Yes. Id so much rather have broken legs like Mr. Pendletons than life-long-invalids like Mrs. Snow, you know. Broken legs get well, and lifelong-invalids dont.
Miss Pollywho had said nothing whatever about broken legsgot suddenly to her feet and walked to the little dressing table across the room. She was picking up one object after another now, and putting each down, in an aimless fashion quite unlike her usual decisiveness. Her face was not aimless-looking at all, however; it was white and drawn.
On the bed Pollyanna lay blinking at the dancing band of colors on the ceiling, which came from one of the prisms in the window.
Im glad it isnt smallpox that ails me, too, she murmured contentedly. That would be worse than freckles. And Im glad tisnt whooping coughIve had that, and its horridand Im glad tisnt appendicitis nor measles, cause theyre catchingmeasles are, I meanand they wouldnt let you stay here.
You seem toto be glad for a good many things, my dear, faltered Aunt Polly, putting her hand to her throat as if her collar bound.
Pollyanna laughed softly.
I am. Ive been thinking of emlots of emall the time Ive been looking up at that rainbow. I love rainbows. Im so glad Mr. Pendleton gave me those prisms! Im glad of some things I havent said yet. I dont know but Im most glad I was hurt.
Pollyanna laughed softly again. She turned luminous eyes on her aunt. Well, you see, since I have been hurt, youve called me dear lots of timesand you didnt before. I love to be called dearby folks that belong to you, I mean. Some of the Ladies Aiders did call me that; and of course that was pretty nice, but not so nice as if they had belonged to me, like you do. Oh, Aunt Polly, Im so glad you belong to me!
Aunt Polly did not answer. Her hand was at her throat again. Her eyes were full of tears. She had turned away and was hurrying from the room through the door by which the nurse had just entered.
It was that afternoon that Nancy ran out to Old Tom, who was cleaning harnesses in the barn. Her eyes were wild.
Mr. Tom, Mr. Tom. guess whats happened, she panted. You couldnt guess in a thousand yearsyou couldnt, you couldnt!
Then I callate I wont try, retorted the man, grimly, specially as I haint got moren ten ter live, anyhow, probably. Youd better tell me first off, Nancy.
Well, listen, then. Who do you spose is in the parlor now with the mistress? Who, I say?
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