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âGoosey! Why, just be glad because you donâtâNEEDââEM!â exulted Pollyanna, triumphantly. âYou see itâs just as easyâwhen you know how!â
âWell, of all the queer doinâs!â breathed Nancy, regarding Pollyanna with almost fearful eyes.
âOh, but it isnât queerâitâs lovely,â maintained Pollyanna enthusiastically. âAnd weâve played it ever since. And the harder âtis, the more fun âtis to get âem out; onlyâonly sometimes itâs almost too hardâlike when your father goes to Heaven, and there isnât anybody but a Ladiesâ Aid left.â
âYes, or when youâre put in a snippy little room âway at the top of the house with nothinâ in it,â growled Nancy.
Pollyanna sighed.
âThat was a hard one, at first,â she admitted, âspecially when I was so kind of lonesome. I just didnât feel like playing the game, anyway, and I HAD been wanting pretty things, so! Then I happened to think how I hated to see my freckles in the looking-glass, and I saw that lovely picture out the window, too; so then I knew Iâd found the things to be glad about. You see, when youâre hunting for the glad things, you sort of forget the other kindâlike the doll you wanted, you know.â
âHumph!â choked Nancy, trying to swallow the lump in her throat.
âMost generally it doesnât take so long,â sighed Pollyanna; âand lots of times now I just think of them WITHOUT thinking, you know. Iâve got so used to playing it. Itâs a lovely game. F-father and I used to like it so much,â she faltered. âI suppose, though, itâitâll be a little harder now, as long as I havenât anybody to play it with. Maybe Aunt Polly will play it, though,â she added, as an after-thought.
âMy stars and stockings!âHER!â breathed Nancy, behind her teeth. Then, aloud, she said doggedly: âSee here, Miss Pollyanna, I ainât sayinâ that Iâll play it very well, and I ainât sayinâ that I know how, anyway; but Iâll play it with ye, after a fashionâI just will, I will!â
âOh, Nancy!â exulted Pollyanna, giving her a rapturous hug. âThatâll be splendid! Wonât we have fun?â
âErâmaybe,â conceded Nancy, in open doubt. âBut you mustnât count too much on me, ye know. I never was no case fur games. but Iâm a-goinâ ter make a most awful old try on this one. Youâre goinâ ter have some one ter play it with, anyhow,â she finished, as they entered the kitchen together.
Pollyanna ate her bread and milk with good appetite; then, at Nancyâs suggestion, she went into the sitting room, where her aunt sat reading. Miss Polly looked up coldly.
âHave you had your supper, Pollyanna?â
âYes, Aunt Polly.â
âIâm very sorry, Pollyanna, to have been obliged so soon to send you into the kitchen to eat bread and milk.â
âBut I was real glad you did it, Aunt Polly. I like bread and milk, and Nancy, too. You mustnât feel bad about that one bit.â
Aunt Polly sat suddenly a little more erect in her chair.
âPollyanna, itâs quite time you were in bed. You have had a hard day, and to-morrow we must plan your hours and go over your clothing to see what it is necessary to get for you. Nancy will give you a candle. Be careful how you handle it. Breakfast will be at half-past seven. See that you are down to that. Good-night.â
Quite as a matter of course, Pollyanna came straight to her auntâs side and gave her an affectionate hug.
âIâve had such a beautiful time, so far,â she sighed happily. I know Iâm going to just love living with you but then, I knew I should before I came. Good-night,â she called cheerfully, as she ran from the room.
âWell, upon my soul!â ejaculated Miss Polly, half aloud. âWhat a most extraordinary child!â Then she frowned. âSheâs âgladâ I punished her, and I âmustnât feel bad one bit,â and sheâs going to âlove to liveâ with me! Well, upon my soul!â ejaculated Miss Polly again, as she took up her book.
Fifteen minutes later, in the attic room, a lonely little girl sobbed into the tightly-clutched sheet:
âI know, father-among-the-angels, Iâm not playing the game one bit nowânot one bit; but I donât believe even you could find anything to be glad about sleeping all alone âway off up here in the darkâlike this. If only I was near Nancy or Aunt Polly, or even a Ladiesâ Aider, it would be easier!â
Down-stairs in the kitchen, Nancy, hurrying with her belated work, jabbed her dish-mop into the milk pitcher, and muttered Jerkily:
âIf playinâ a silly-fool gameâabout beinâ glad youâve got crutches when you want dollsâis got ter beâmy wayâoâ beinâ that rock oâ refugeâwhy, Iâm a-goinâ ter play itâI am, I am!â
CHAPTER VI. A QUESTION OF DUTY
It was nearly seven oâclock when Pollyanna awoke that first day after her arrival. Her windows faced the south and the west, so she could not see the sun yet; but she could see the hazy blue of the morning sky, and she knew that the day promised to be a fair one.
The little room was cooler now, and the air blew in fresh and sweet. Outside, the birds were twittering joyously, and Pollyanna flew to the window to talk to them. She saw then that down in the garden her aunt was already out among the rosebushes. With rapid fingers, therefore, she made herself ready to join her.
Down the attic stairs sped Pollyanna, leaving both doors wide open. Through the hall, down the next flight, then bang through the front screened-door and around to the garden, she ran.
Aunt Polly, with the bent old man, was leaning over a rose-bush when Pollyanna, gurgling with delight, flung herself upon her.
âOh, Aunt Polly, Aunt Polly, I reckon I am glad this morning just to be alive!â
âPollyANNA!â remonstrated the lady, sternly, pulling herself as erect as she could with a dragging weight of ninety pounds hanging about her neck. âIs this the usual way you say good morning?â
The little girl dropped to her toes, and danced lightly up and down.
âNo, only when I love folks so I just canât help it! I saw you from my window, Aunt Polly, and I got to thinking how you WERENâT a Ladiesâ Aider, and you were my really truly aunt; and you looked so good I just had to come down and hug you!â
The bent old man turned his back suddenly. Miss Polly attempted a frownâwith not her usual success.
âPollyanna, youâI Thomas, that will do for this morning. I think you understandâabout those rose-bushes,â she said stiffly. Then she turned and walked rapidly away.
âDo you always work in the garden, Mr.âMan?â asked Pollyanna, interestedly.
The man turned. His lips were twitching, but his eyes looked blurred as if with tears.
âYes, Miss. Iâm Old Tom, the gardener,â he answered. Timidly, but as if impelled by an irresistible force, he reached out a shaking hand and let it rest for a moment on her bright hair. âYou are so like your mother. little Miss! I used ter know her when she was even littler than you be. You see, I used ter work in the gardenâthen.â
Pollyanna caught her breath audibly.
âYou did? And you knew my mother, reallyâwhen she was just a little earth angel, and not a Heaven one? Oh, please tell me about her!â And down plumped Pollyanna in the middle of the dirt path by the old manâs side.
A bell sounded from the house. The next moment Nancy was seen flying out the back door.
âMiss Pollyanna, that bell means breakfastâmorninâs,â she panted, pulling the little girl to her feet and hurrying her back to the house; âand other times it means other meals. But it always means that youâre ter run like time when ye hear it, no matter where ye be. If ye donâtâwell, itâll take somethinâ smarterân we be ter find ANYTHINâ ter be glad about in that!â she finished, shooing Pollyanna into the house as she would shoo an unruly chicken into a coop.
Breakfast, for the first five minutes, was a silent meal; then Miss Polly, her disapproving eyes following the airy wings of two flies darting here and there over the table, said sternly:
âNancy, where did those flies come from?â
âI donât know, maâam. There wasnât one in the kitchen.â Nancy had been too excited to notice Pollyannaâs up-flung windows the afternoon before.
âI reckon maybe theyâre my flies, Aunt Polly,â observed Pollyanna, amiably. âThere were lots of them this morning having a beautiful time upstairs.â
Nancy left the room precipitately, though to do so she had to carry out the hot muffins she had just brought in.
âYours!â gasped Miss Polly. âWhat do you mean? Where did they come from?â
âWhy, Aunt Polly, they came from out of doors of course, through the windows. I SAW some of them come in.â
âYou saw them! You mean you raised those windows without any screens?â
âWhy, yes. There werenât any screens there, Aunt Polly.â
Nancy, at this moment, came in again with the muffins. Her face was grave, but very red.
âNancy,â directed her mistress, sharply, âyou may set the muffins down and go at once to Miss Pollyannaâs room and shut the windows. Shut the doors, also. Later, when your morning work is done, go through every room with the spatter. See that you make a thorough search.â
To her niece she said:
âPollyanna, I have ordered screens for those windows. I knew, of course, that it was my duty to do that. But it seems to me that you have quite forgotten YOUR duty.â
âMyâduty?â Pollyannaâs eyes were wide with wonder.
âCertainly. I know it is warm, but I consider it your duty to keep your windows closed till those screens come. Flies, Pollyanna, are not only unclean and annoying, but very dangerous to health. After breakfast I will give you a little pamphlet on this matter to read.â
âTo read? Oh, thank you, Aunt Polly. I love to read!â
Miss Polly drew in her breath audibly, then she shut her lips together hard. Pollyanna, seeing her stern face, frowned a little thoughtfully.
âOf course Iâm sorry about the duty I forgot, Aunt Polly,â she apologized timidly. âI wonât raise the windows again.â
Her aunt made no reply. She did not speak, indeed, until the meal was over. Then she rose, went to the bookcase in the sitting room, took out a small paper booklet, and crossed the room to her nieceâs side.
âThis is the article I spoke of, Pollyanna. I desire you to go to your room at once and read it. I will be up in half an hour to look over your things.â
Pollyanna, her eyes on the illustration of a flyâs head, many times magnified, cried joyously:
âOh, thank you, Aunt Polly!â The next moment she skipped merrily from the room, banging the door behind her.
Miss Polly frowned, hesitated, then crossed the room majestically and opened the door; but Pollyanna was already out of sight, clattering up the attic stairs.
Half an hour later when Miss Polly, her face expressing stern duty in every line, climbed those stairs and entered Pollyannaâs room, she was greeted with a burst of eager enthusiasm.
âOh, Aunt Polly, I never saw anything so perfectly lovely and interesting in my life. Iâm so glad you gave me that book to read! Why, I didnât suppose flies could carry such a lot of things on their feet, andââ
âThat will do,â observed Aunt Polly, with dignity. âPollyanna, you may bring out your clothes now, and I will look them over. What
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