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The coming of Pollyanna
"ThisisTimothy. Maybeyouhaveatrunk,"shestammered.
"Yes,Ihave,"noddedPollyanna,importantly. "I’vegotabrand-newone. TheLadies’Aidboughtitforme—andwasn’titlovelyofthem,whentheywantedthecarpetso? OfcourseIdon’tknowhowmuchredcarpetatrunkcouldbuy,butitoughttobuysome,anyhow—muchashalfanaisle,don’tyouthink? I’vegotalittlethinghereinmybagthatMr.Graysaidwasacheck,andthatImustgiveittoyoubeforeIcouldgetmytrunk. Mr.GrayisMrs.Gray’shusband. They’recousinsofDeaconCarr’swife. IcameEastwiththem,andthey’relovely! And—there,here‘tis,"shefinished,producingthecheckaftermuchfumblinginthebagshecarried.
Nancydrewalongbreath. Instinctivelyshefeltthatsomeonehadtodrawone—afterthatspeech. ThenshestoleaglanceatTimothy. Timothy’seyeswerestudiouslyturnedaway.
Thethreewereoffatlast,withPollyanna’strunkinbehind,andPollyannaherselfsnuglyensconcedbetweenNancyandTimothy. Duringthewholeprocessofgettingstarted,thelittlegirlhadkeptupanuninterruptedstreamofcommentsandquestions,untilthesomewhatdazedNancyfoundherselfquiteoutofbreathtryingtokeepupwithher.
"There! Isn’tthislovely? Isitfar? Ihope‘tis—Ilovetoride,"sighedPollyanna,asthewheelsbegantoturn. "Ofcourse,if‘tisn’tfar,Isha’n’tmind,though,‘causeI’llbegladtogetthereallthesooner,youknow. Whataprettystreet!
