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A Surprise for Mrs. Snow
ToPollyanna,aminutelater,shecriedjoyously:
"Andwon’tyejestbelistenin’terthis,MissPollyanna. You’retersleepdown-stairsintheroomstraightunderthis. Youare—youare!"
Pollyannaactuallygrewwhite.
"Youmean—why,Nancy,notreally—reallyandtruly?"
"Iguessyou’llthinkit’sreallyandtruly,"prophesiedNancy,exultingly,noddingherheadtoPollyannaoverthearmfulofdressesshehadtakenfromthecloset. "I’mtoldtertakedownyerthings,andI’mgoin’tertake‘em,too,‘foreshegetsachanceterchangehermind."
Pollyannadidnotstoptoheartheendofthissentence. Attheimminentriskofbeingdashedheadlong,shewasflyingdown-stairs,twostepsatatime.
BangwenttwodoorsandachairbeforePollyannaatlastreachedhergoal—AuntPolly.
"Oh,AuntPolly,AuntPolly,didyoumeanit,really? Why,thatroom’sgotEVERYTHING—thecarpetandcurtainsandthreepictures,besidestheoneoutdoors,too,‘causethewindowslookthesameway. Oh,AuntPolly!"
"Verywell,Pollyanna. Iamgratifiedthatyoulikethechange,ofcourse; butifyouthinksomuchofallthosethings,Itrustyouwilltakepropercareofthem; that’sall. Pollyanna,pleasepickupthatchair; andyouhavebangedtwodoorsinthelasthalf-minute." MissPollyspokesternly,allthemoresternlybecause,forsomeinexplicablereason,shefeltinclinedtocry—andMissPollywasnotusedtofeelinginclinedtocry.
