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Prisms
"Lotsofgoodyou’dgetoutofthethermometer,then,"laughedtheman. "Howdoyousupposeyoucouldtellhowhotitwas,orhowcolditwas,ifthethermometerhunginthesunallday?"
"Ishouldn’tcare,"breathedPollyanna,herfascinatedeyesonthebrilliantbandofcolorsacrossthepillow. "Justasifanybody’dcarewhentheywerelivingallthetimeinarainbow!"
Themanlaughed. HewaswatchingPollyanna’sraptfacealittlecuriously. Suddenlyanewthoughtcametohim. Hetouchedthebellathisside.
"Nora,"hesaid,whentheelderlymaidappearedatthedoor,"bringmeoneofthebigbrasscandle-sticksfromthemantelinthefrontdrawing-room."
"Yes,sir,"murmuredthewoman,lookingslightlydazed. Inaminuteshehadreturned. Amusicaltinklingenteredtheroomwithherassheadvancedwonderinglytowardthebed. Itcamefromtheprismpendantsencirclingtheold-fashionedcandelabruminherhand.
"Thankyou. Youmaysetithereonthestand,"directedtheman. "Nowgetastringandfastenittothesash-curtainfixturesofthatwindowthere. Takedownthesash-curtain,andletthestringreachstraightacrossthewindowfromsidetoside. Thatwillbeall. Thankyou,"hesaid,whenshehadcarriedouthisdirections.
AsshelefttheroomheturnedsmilingeyestowardthewonderingPollyanna.
"Bringmethecandlesticknow,please,Pollyanna."
