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"As if that wa'n't jest what I was tellin' of ye! Didn't she send me posthaste with an umbrella 'cause she see a little cloud in the sky? Didn't she make me tote yer things all down-stairs, so you could have the pretty room you wanted? Why, Miss Pollyanna, when ye remember how at first she hated ter have " With a choking cough Nancy pulled herself up just in time.
"What's that?" questioned Pollyanna, instantly on the alert. "Isn't that that 'mumsey' your mother at all?" "No; and that's what makes " "And haven't you got any mother?" interrupted Pollyanna, in growing excitement. "No; I never remember any mother, and father died six years ago." "How old were you?" "I don't know. I was little. Mumsey says she guesses maybe I was about six.
The next moment he wheeled about and strode away. The girl watched him tensely till he passed quite out of sight, then, relaxing, she laid a shaking hand on Pollyanna's arm. "Thanks, kiddie. I reckon I owe you more than you know. Good-by." "But you aren't going away NOW!" bemoaned Pollyanna. The girl sighed wearily. "I got to.
"But I'll risk Jimmy, and I'll risk wagering that those girls never had a better time than he'll give them to-night, too." "Y-yes, of course," stammered Pollyanna, trying to keep the hated tremulousness out of her voice, and trying very hard NOT to compare her own dreary evening in Beldingsville with nobody but John Pendleton to that of those fifty girls in Boston with Jimmy.
An' the other day, if I didn't 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 hain't wore her hair like that every day now jest ter please that blessed child!" Old Tom chuckled.
Where are you taking me to?" recoiled Aunt Polly, vainly trying to hold herself back. "Pollyanna, I shall not " "It's just to the sun parlor only a minute! I'll have you ready now quicker'n no time," panted Pollyanna, reaching for the rose and thrusting it into the soft hair above Miss Polly's left ear.
"Well, I sha'n't not this morning," frowned Aunt Polly, perversely. "Nobody could be glad this morning. Look at it rain! That makes the third rainy day this week." "That's so but you know the sun never seems quite so perfectly lovely as it does after a lot of rain like this," smiled Pollyanna, deftly arranging a bit of lace and ribbon at her aunt's throat. "Now come. Breakfast's all ready.
I tell 'em er not to come," she faltered, poising as if for flight. "Ma'am!" exclaimed the startled Timothy. One glance into Timothy's amazed face was enough. Pollyanna laughed and threw back her shoulders alertly. "Nothing. Never mind! I didn't mean it, of course, Timothy. Quick see! They're almost here," she panted. And Pollyanna hurried forward, quite herself once more. She knew them at once.
I hoped to bring her, some day, to this house. I pictured how happy we'd be together in our home all the long years to come." "Yes," pitied Pollyanna, her eyes shining with sympathy. "But well, I didn't bring her here. Never mind why. I just didn't that's all. And ever since then this great gray pile of stone has been a house never a home.
With a little cry Pollyanna, looking neither to the right nor the left, fairly ran through the hall to the door at the end and opened it.
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