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Page 35
"I love company," said Pollyanna, again, flitting about as if she
were dispensing the hospitality of a palace; "specially since
I've had this room, all mine, you know. Oh, of course, I had a
room, always, but 'twas a hired room, and hired rooms aren't half
as nice as owned ones, are they? And of course I do own this one,
don't 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 hasn't got
the carpets and curtains and pictures that I'd been want--" With
a painful blush Pollyanna stopped short. She was plunging into an
entirely different sentence when her aunt interrupted her
sharply.
"What's that, Pollyanna?"
"N-nothing, Aunt Polly, truly. I didn't 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 wasn't anything only that I'd 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 I'd always wanted them and hadn't had them, I
suppose. Oh, we'd 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 fath--I mean
the good one we sold, and the bad one that broke. Of course if it
hadn't been for all that I shouldn't have wanted them, so--pretty
things, I mean; and I shouldn't have got to planning all through
the hall that first day how pretty mine would be here, and--and
But, truly, Aunt Polly, it wasn't but just a minute--I mean, a
few minutes--before I was being glad that the bureau DIDN'T have
a looking-glass, because it didn't show my freckles; and there
couldn't be a nicer picture than the one out my window there; and
you've been so good to me, that--"
Miss Polly rose suddenly to her feet. Her face was very red.
"That will do, Pollyanna," she said stiffly.
"You have said quite enough, I'm sure." The next minute she had
swept down the stairs--and not until she reached the first floor
did it suddenly occur to her that she had gone up into the attic
to find a white wool shawl in the cedar chest near the east
window.
Less than twenty-four hours later, Miss Polly said to Nancy,
crisply:
"Nancy, you may move Miss Pollyanna's things down-stairs this
morning to the room directly beneath. I have decided to have my
niece sleep there for the present."
"Yes, ma'am," said Nancy aloud.
"O glory!" said Nancy to herself.
To Pollyanna, a minute later, she cried joyously:
"And won't ye jest be listenin' ter this, Miss Pollyanna. You're
ter sleep down-stairs in the room straight under this. You
are--you are!"
Pollyanna actually grew white.
"You mean--why, Nancy, not really--really and truly?"
"I guess you'll think it's really and truly," prophesied Nancy,
exultingly, nodding her head to Pollyanna over the armful of
dresses she had taken from the closet. "I'm told ter take down
yer things, and I'm goin' ter take 'em, too, 'fore she gets a
chance ter change her mind."
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