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Prisms
Withbothhandsshebroughtit; andinamomenthewasslippingoffthependants,onebyone,untiltheylay,arounddozenofthem,sidebyside,onthebed. "Now,mydear,supposeyoutakethemandhookthemtothatlittlestringNorafixedacrossthewindow. IfyoureallyWANTtoliveinarainbow—Idon’tseebutwe’llhavetohavearainbowforyoutolivein!"
Pollyannahadnothungupthreeofthependantsinthesunlitwindowbeforeshesawalittleofwhatwasgoingtohappen. Shewassoexcitedthenshecouldscarcelycontrolhershakingfingersenoughtohanguptherest. Butatlasthertaskwasfinished,andshesteppedbackwithalowcryofdelight.
Ithadbecomeafairyland—thatsumptuous,butdrearybedroom. Everywherewerebitsofdancingredandgreen,violetandorange,goldandblue. Thewall,thefloor,andthefurniture,eventothebeditself,wereaflamewithshimmeringbitsofcolor.
"Oh,oh,oh,howlovely!"breathedPollyanna; thenshelaughedsuddenly. "Ijustreckonthesunhimselfistryingtoplaythegamenow,don’tyou?"shecried,forgettingforthemomentthatMr.Pendletoncouldnotknowwhatshewastalkingabout. "Oh,howIwishIhadalotofthosethings! HowIwouldliketogivethemtoAuntPollyandMrs.Snowand—lotsoffolks. IreckonTHENthey’dbegladallright! Why,IthinkevenAuntPolly’dgetsogladshecouldn’thelpbangingdoorsifshelivedinarainbowlikethat. Don’tyou?"
Mr.Pendletonlaughed.
"Well,frommyremembranceofyouraunt,MissPollyanna,ImustsayIthinkitwouldtakesomethingmorethanafewprismsinthesunlightto—tomakeherbangmanydoors—forgladness. Butcome,now,really,whatdoyoumean?"
