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Page 36
Pollyanna did not stop to hear the end of this sentence. At the
imminent risk of being dashed headlong, she was flying
down-stairs, two steps at a time.
Bang went two doors and a chair before Pollyanna at last reached
her goal--Aunt Polly.
"Oh, Aunt Polly, Aunt Polly, did you mean it, really? Why, that
room's got EVERYTHING--the carpet and curtains and three
pictures, besides the one outdoors, too, 'cause the windows look
the same way. Oh, Aunt Polly!"
"Very well, Pollyanna. I am gratified that you like the change,
of course; but if you think so much of all those things, I trust
you will take proper care of them; that's all. Pollyanna, please
pick up that chair; and you have banged two doors in the last
half-minute." Miss Polly spoke sternly, all the more sternly
because, for some inexplicable reason, she felt inclined to
cry--and Miss Polly was not used to feeling inclined to cry.
Pollyanna picked up the chair.
"Yes'm; I know I banged 'em--those doors," she admitted
cheerfully. "You see I'd just found out about the room, and I
reckon you'd have banged doors if--" Pollyanna stopped short and
eyed her aunt with new interest. "Aunt Polly, DID you ever bang
doors?"
"I hope--not, Pollyanna!" Miss Polly's voice was properly
shocked.
"Why, Aunt Polly, what a shame!" Pollyanna's face expressed only
concerned sympathy.
"A shame!" repeated Aunt Polly, too dazed to say more.
"Why, yes. You see, if you'd felt like banging doors you'd have
banged 'em, of course; and if you didn't, that must have meant
that you weren't ever glad over anything--or you would have
banged 'em. You couldn't have helped it. And I'm so sorry you
weren't ever glad over anything!"
"PollyANna!" gasped the lady; but Pollyanna was gone, and only
the distant bang of the attic-stairway door answered for her.
Pollyanna had gone to help Nancy bring down "her things."
Miss Polly, in the sitting room, felt vaguely disturbed;--but
then, of course she HAD been glad--over some things!
CHAPTER XI. INTRODUCING JIMMY
August came. August brought several surprises and some
changes--none of which, however, were really a surprise to Nancy.
Nancy, since Pollyanna's arrival, had come to look for surprises
and changes.
First there was the kitten.
Pollyanna found the kitten mewing pitifully some distance down
the road. When systematic questioning of the neighbors failed to
find any one who claimed it, Pollyanna brought it home at once,
as a matter of course.
"And I was glad I didn't find any one who owned it, too," she
told her aunt in happy confidence; " 'cause I wanted to bring it
home all the time. I love kitties. I knew you'd be glad to let it
live here."
Miss Polly looked at the forlorn little gray bunch of neglected
misery in Pollyanna's arms, and shivered: Miss Polly did not
care for cats--not even pretty, healthy, clean ones.
"Ugh! Pollyanna! What a dirty little beast! And it's sick, I'm
sure, and all mangy and fleay."
"I know it, poor little thing," crooned Pollyanna, tenderly,
looking into the little creature's frightened eyes. "And it's all
trembly, too, it's so scared. You see it doesn't know, yet, that
we're going to keep it, of course."
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