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Page 62
With both hands she brought it; and in a moment he was slipping
off the pendants, one by one, until they lay, a round dozen of
them, side by side, on the bed.
"Now, my dear, suppose you take them and hook them to that little
string Nora fixed across the window. If you really WANT to live
in a rainbow--I don't see but we'll have to have a rainbow for
you to live in!"
Pollyanna had not hung up three of the pendants in the sunlit
window before she saw a little of what was going to happen. She
was so excited then she could scarcely control her shaking
fingers enough to hang up the rest. But at last her task was
finished, and she stepped back with a low cry of delight.
It had become a fairyland--that sumptuous, but dreary bedroom.
Everywhere were bits of dancing red and green, violet and orange,
gold and blue. The wall, the floor, and the furniture, even to
the bed itself, were aflame with shimmering bits of color.
"Oh, oh, oh, how lovely!" breathed Pollyanna; then she laughed
suddenly. "I just reckon the sun himself is trying to play the
game now, don't you?" she cried, forgetting for the moment that
Mr. Pendleton could not know what she was talking about. "Oh, how
I wish I had a lot of those things! How I would like to give them
to Aunt Polly and Mrs. Snow and--lots of folks. I reckon THEN
they'd be glad all right! Why, I think even Aunt Polly'd get so
glad she couldn't help banging doors if she lived in a rainbow
like that. Don't you?"
Mr. Pendleton laughed.
"Well, from my remembrance of your aunt, Miss Pollyanna, I must
say I think it would take something more than a few prisms in the
sunlight to--to make her bang many doors--for gladness. But come,
now, really, what do you mean?"
Pollyanna stared slightly; then she drew a long breath.
"Oh, I forgot. You don't know about the game. I remember now."
"Suppose you tell me, then."
And this time Pollyanna told him. She told him the whole thing
from the very first--from the crutches that should have been a
doll. As she talked, she did not look at his face. Her rapt eyes
were still on the dancing flecks of color from the prism pendants
swaying in the sunlit window.
"And that's all," she sighed, when she had finished. "And now you
know why I said the sun was trying to play it--that game."
For a moment there was silence. Then a low voice from the bed
said unsteadily:
"Perhaps; but I'm thinking that the very finest prism of them all
is yourself, Pollyanna."
"Oh, but I don't show beautiful red and green and purple when the
sun shines through me, Mr. Pendleton!"
"Don't you?" smiled the man. And Pollyanna, looking into his
face, wondered why there were tears in his eyes.
"No," she said. Then, after a minute she added mournfully: "I'm
afraid, Mr. Pendleton, the sun doesn't make anything but freckles
out of me. Aunt Polly says it DOES make them!"
The man laughed a little; and again Pollyanna looked at him: the
laugh had sounded almost like a sob.
CHAPTER XIX. WHICH IS SOMEWHAT SURPRISING
Pollyanna entered school in September. Preliminary examinations
showed that she was well advanced for a girl of her years, and
she was soon a happy member of a class of girls and boys her own
age.
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