As the days of waiting passed, one by one, it did indeed, seem that Aunt Polly was doing everything (but that) that she could do to please her niece.
I wouldnt a believed ityou couldnt a made me believe it, Nancy said to Old Tom one morning. There dont seem ter be a minute in the day that Miss Polly aint jest hangin round waitin ter do somethin for that blessed lamb if taint more than ter let in the catan her what wouldnt let Fluff nor Buff upstairs for love nor money a week ago; an now she lets em tumble all over the bed jest cause it pleases Miss Pollyanna!
An when she aint doin nothin else, shes movin them little glass danglers round ter diffrent winders in the room so the sunll make the rainbows dance, as that blessed child calls it. Shes sent Timothy down ter Cobbs greenhouse three times for fresh flowersan that besides all the posies fetched in ter her, too. An the other day, if I didnt find her sittin fore the bed with the nurse actually doin her hair, an Miss Pollyanna lookin on an bossin from the bed, her eyes all shinin an happy. An I declare ter goodness, if Miss Polly haint wore her hair like that every day nowjest ter please that blessed child!
Old Tom chuckled.
Well, it strikes me Miss Polly herself aint lookin none the worsefor wearin them ere curls round her forehead, he observed dryly.
Course she aint, retorted Nancy, indignantly. She looks like folks, now. Shes actually almost
Keerful, now, Nancy! interrupted the old man, with a slow grin. You know what you said when I told ye she was handsome once.
Nancy shrugged her shoulders.
Oh, she aint handsome, of course; but I will own up she dont look like the same woman, what with the ribbons an lace jiggers Miss Pollyanna makes her wear round her neck.
I told ye so, nodded the man. I told ye she wantold.
Well, Ill own up she haint got quite so good an imitation of itas she did have, fore Miss Pollyanna come. Say, Mr. Tom, who was her a lover? I haint found that out, yet; I haint, I haint!
Haint ye? asked the old man, with an odd look on his face. Well, I guess ye wont then from me.
Oh, Mr. Tom, come on, now, wheedled the girl. Ye see, there aint many folks here that I can ask.
Maybe not. But theres one, anyhow, that aint answerin, grinned Old Tom. Then, abruptly, the light died from his eyes. How is she, ter-daythe little gal?
Nancy shook her head. Her face, too, had sobered.
Just the same, Mr. Tom. There aint no special diffrence, as I can seeor anybody, I guess. She jest lays there an sleeps an talks some, an tries ter smile an be glad cause the sun sets or the moon rises, or some other such thing, till its enough ter make yer heart break with achin.
I know; its the gamebless her sweet heart! nodded Old Tom, blinking a little.
She told you, then, too, about that eregame?
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