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A Surprise for Mrs. Snow
Pollyannablushedstillmorepainfully. "Ioughtnottohave,ofcourse,AuntPolly,"sheapologized. "ItwasonlybecauseI’dalwayswantedthemandhadn’thadthem,Isuppose. Oh,we’dhadtworugsinthebarrels,buttheywerelittle,youknow,andonehadinkspots,andtheotherholes; andthereneverwereonlythosetwopictures; theonefath—Imeanthegoodonewesold,andthebadonethatbroke. Ofcourseifithadn’tbeenforallthatIshouldn’thavewantedthem,so—prettythings,Imean; andIshouldn’thavegottoplanningallthroughthehallthatfirstdayhowprettyminewouldbehere,and—and—but,truly,AuntPolly,itwasn’tbutjustaminute—Imean,afewminutes—beforeIwasbeinggladthatthebureauDIDN’Thavealooking-glass,becauseitdidn’tshowmyfreckles; andtherecouldn’tbeanicerpicturethantheoneoutmywindowthere; andyou’vebeensogoodtome,that—"
MissPollyrosesuddenlytoherfeet. Herfacewasveryred.
"Thatwilldo,Pollyanna,"shesaidstiffly.
"Youhavesaidquiteenough,I’msure." Thenextminuteshehadsweptdownthestairs—andnotuntilshereachedthefirstfloordiditsuddenlyoccurtoherthatshehadgoneupintotheattictofindawhitewoolshawlinthecedarchestneartheeastwindow.
Lessthantwenty-fourhourslater,MissPollysaidtoNancy,crisply:
"Nancy,youmaymoveMissPollyanna’sthingsdown-stairsthismorningtotheroomdirectlybeneath. Ihavedecidedtohavemyniecesleepthereforthepresent."
"Yes,ma’am,"saidNancyaloud. "Oglory!"saidNancytoherself.
