aloud, and studied cooking in the kitchen, it is true; but she did not give to any of these things quite so much time as had first been planned. She had more time, also, to "just live," as sh

nt Polly from Pollyanna. Certainly, as those first July days passed, Miss Polly found occasion many times to ejaculate "What an extraor

ot dazed nor exhausted. Wednesdays and Saturda

use itself was on the outskirts of the village, and though there were other houses not far away, they did not chanc

m happy just to walk around and see the streets and the house

do-all of 'em," ret

ff for a walk in one direction or another; and it was on these walks that frequently she met the Man.

ven and rather pale, and his hair, showing below his hat, was somewhat gray. He walked erect, and rather rapidly, and he w

is a nice day?" she called ch

d glance about him, th

o me?" he asked

llyanna. "I say, it's

he grunted; and

He was such a fun

ay she saw

sterday, but it's pretty nic

man as before; and once aga

a accosted him in much the same

e you, and why are you s

ked lonesome. I'm so glad you stopped. Now we'

id not finish his sentence, b

with a disappointed droop t

half an introduction. I don't know HIS name, y

much as Mrs. Snow was poor, sick, and a member of her church-it was the duty of all the church members to look out for her, of course. Miss Polly did her duty by Mrs. Snow usually

d in private afterwards to Pollyanna; "though it's a shame ter

ove to do

you've done it once," p

y n

t a soul go near her from mornin' till night, she's that cantanke

why, N

ugged her

s of the week ain't run ter her mind. If it's Monday she's bound ter say she wished 'twas Sunday; and if you take her jell

ink I shall like to go to see her. She must be so s

all right-I hope, for the sake of the

the gate of the shabby little cottage. Her eyes were quite sparkl

king young girl answere

ely. "I'm from Miss Polly Harrington,

tered the girl under her breath; but Pollyanna did not hear this. The girl h

nked a little before she could accustom her eyes to the gloom. Then she saw, dimly out

s she hopes you are comfortable to-day, a

e. "Of course I'm very much obliged, but

frowned

KEN you wanted when folks b

sick woman t

ke any difference. It's only that Nancy said it was chicken you wanted when we brought jel

t erect in the bed-a most unusual thing for

tinence, who are

laughed

than 'Hephzibah,' wouldn't it? I'm Pollyanna Whittier, Miss Polly Harrington's niec

woman had sat interestedly erect; but at the referen

ery good this morning, and I was wanting lamb-" She stopped suddenly, then went o

he little stand and seating herself comfortably in the nearest chai

ping!" exclaime

ving, you know. It seems such a

man pulled hersel

Here! do you go to that window and pull up the curtain,"

r feet, but she laug

g so glad it was dark and you couldn't see 'em. There! Now you can-oh!" she broke off excitedly, as she turned back

scoffed the wo

t you know it?"

orty years, and for fifteen of those years she had been too busy wishi

curls. (That's one of the things I'm going to have when I get to Heaven.) And you've got two little red spots in y

. "Yes, well, I hain't done much prinkin' before the mirror the

ly. "But wait-just let me show you," she exclaimed, skipp

she stopped, eyeing the sic

fix your hair just a little before I let you see

o," permitted Mrs. Snow, grudging

sha'n't do much to-day, of course-I'm in such a hurry for you to see how pretty you are; but some day I'm going to take it all dow

ck, or shaking a pillow into plumpness so that the head might have a better pose. Meanwhile the sick woman, frowning prodigiously, a

tucking it into the dark hair where it would give the best effect. "Now I r

erely. "I like red pinks better than pink ones; but then,

use then you can have the fun of getting some more. I just love your hair

ast, with me tossing back and

then I can fix it again. Anyhow, I should think you'd be glad it's black

hows gray too soon," retorted Mrs. Snow. She spoke fre

should be so glad if I onl

d the mirror and

wouldn't be glad for black hair nor anything

her brows in a

hard-to do it then, would

wh

d about

ell, I should say it would," retorted Mrs. Snow. "If you don't

ement, Pollyanna sprang to he

hink all the way home; and maybe the next time I come I can tell it to you. Good-by.

rs. Snow, staring after her visitor. By and by she turned her

. "I declare, I didn't know it could look so pretty. But then, what's the use?" she sighed,

came in, the mirror still lay among the bedcloth

lly, dividing her amazed stare between th

ick woman. "I needn't stay in the da

reached for the medicine bottle. "It's only-well, you know very well tha

w was picking at the lace on her nig

give me a new nightdress-instea

-mot

drawer behind her at that moment lay two new nightdresses tha