, it is true, as Nancy and the little girl appeared in the sitting-room doorway,

more. Pollyanna, had fairly flown across the room and fl

come to live with you," she was sobbing. "You don't know how perfectly lovely

g to unclasp the small, clinging fingers, and turning frowning eyes on Nancy in the doorway. "Nancy, that will do. Yo

at once, laughing a

count of the freckles. Oh, and I ought to explain about the red gingham and the b

father said," interrupted Miss Polly,

ery much in it-of my own, I mean. The barrels haven't had many clothes for little girls in them lately; b

ng that might just as well be understood right away at once; and th

drew in her br

mean-" She hesitated, and

already there, I presume. I told Timothy to take i

ed her aunt from the room. Her eyes were brim

e easier, maybe-if I don't talk about him. Probably, anyhow, that is why she told me not to talk about him.

limpse of soft-tinted rugs and satin-covered chairs. Beneath her feet a marvellous carpet was like green moss to the tread. O

irl, rapturously; "what a perfectly lovely, lovely

about as she reached the head of the stairs. "I'm

'T you?" queried Polly

elf as to be sinfully proud of any gift the Lord has seen fit t

been to get her niece as far away as possible from herself, and at the same time place her where her childish heedlessness would not destroy valuable furnishings.

onderful house might be passed unseen. Most eagerly of all her mind turned to the wondrously exciting problem about to be solved: behind which of all these fascinating doors was wa

ners where the roof came almost down to the floor, and where were stacked innumerable trunks and boxes. It was hot and stifling, too. Unc

ur room, and your trunk is he

y. Her eyes were a lit

unt f

, I prefer that you should answer

Aunt P

lancing at the well-filled towel rack and water pitcher. "I will send Nancy up to help you

e floor, the bare windows. She turned them last to the little trunk that had stood not so long before in her own little room in the far

re when she came up

the floor and drawing the little girl into her arms. "

a shook

obbed. "I just can't make myself understand that Go

, neither," decla

ing horror in Pollyanna

ed smile and rubbed h

ed briskly. "Come, let's have your key and we'll get inside

lly Pollyanna p

y many there, any

the sooner unpacke

ve a sudden

be glad of that, c

y st

she answered a l

pitifully unattractive dresses. Pollyanna, smiling bravely now, flew about, hanging the dresses in

very nice room. Don't you think

ith her head in the trunk. Pollyanna, standing at the b

ng-glass here, too, 'cause where there I

a turned, her head was in the trunk again. At one of the windows, a few

e houses and that lovely church spire, and the river shining just like silver. Why, Nancy, there do

y, Nancy burst into tears. Pollya

" she cried; then, fearfully:

om Heaven, and if some folks don't eat dirt before-Oh, land! there's her bell!" After which amazi

she touched the sash tentatively. It seemed as if no longer could she endure the stifling heat. To her joy the sash moved un

about the room. Then another came, and another; but Pollyanna paid no heed. Pollyanna had made a wonderful discovery-against this

like a monkey, she swung herself from limb to limb until the lowest branch was reached. The drop to the ground was-even for Pollyanna, who was used to climbing trees-a little fearso

e path through an open field led up a steep hill, at the top of which a lone pine tree stood on guard beside the huge ro

ng things, and-a little out of breath-reached the path that ran through the open field. Then, determinedly, she began to climb

of the Harrington homestead struck six. At precisel

little jerkily she rose to her feet, went into the hall, and looked up-stairs, plainly imp

dded severely, as Nancy made a move toward the hall door. "I told her what time supper was, and now she will have to suffer the co

that Miss Polly did not happen to

er supper, Nancy crept up the back

d open the door. The next moment she gave a frightened cry. "Where are you? Where've you gone? Where HAVE you gone?" she panted, looking

into Heaven where she come from, poor lamb-and me told ter give her bread and milk i

an straig

turned with a slow grin. "Well, Nancy, it do look like as if she'd tried ter get as nigh Heaven as she could, and that's a fact," he agreed, poi

gedly. "If the mistress asks, tell her I ain't furgettin' the dishes, but I gone on a stroll,"