Pollyanna: The Game

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5:07I will take me some time to put the links in some older books but I'll let you know when it is all completed. Tonight I will be continuing the story poliana by Eleanor H. Porter. So lie down, close your eyes, and let me read you a story. Chapter 5. The Game For the land's sake is poliana. What a scare you did give me, panting Nancy, hurrying up to the big rock. Damage poliana had just regretfully slid. Scared? I'm so sorry, but you mustn't really ever get scared about me, Nancy. Father and the ladies aid used to do it too, till they found out I always came back alright.

6:10But I didn't even know you'd went, cried Nancy, tucking the little girl's hand on her arm and hurrying her down the hill. I didn't see you go, nobody didn't. I guess you flew right up through the roof I do. Poliana skipped gleefully. I did. Only I flew down instead of up. I came down the tree. Nancy stopped short. You did what? Came down the tree outside my window. My stars and stockings gassed Nancy, hurrying on again. I'd like to know what your aunt would say to that. Would you? Well, I'll tell her then so you can find out, promise the little girl, cheerfully. Mercy, gassed Nancy. No, no. Why, you don't mean she'd care, cried poliana, plainly disturbed. No, er, yes, well, never mind. I ain't so very particular about knowing what she'd say, truly, stammered Nancy, determined to keep one scolding from poliana if nothing more.

7:17I'd say we better hurry. I've got to get some dishes done, you know. I'll help, promise to poliana promptly. Oh, Miss poliana, demured Nancy. For a moment, there was silence. The sky was darkening fast. Poliana took a firmer hold of her friend's arm. I reckon I'm glad after all that you did get scared a little, because then you came after me, she shivered. Poor little lamb. And you must be hungry too. I'm afraid you'll have to have bread and milk in the kitchen with me. Your aunt didn't like it, because you didn't come down to supper, you know. But I couldn't, I was up here. Yes, but she didn't know that you see, observed Nancy dryly, stifling a chuckle. I'm sorry about the bread and milk, I am, I am. Oh, I'm not, I'm glad. Glad? Why? Why I like bread and milk, and I like to eat with you.

8:17I don't see any trouble about being glad about that. You don't seem to see any trouble being glad about everything, Richard and Nancy. Chokey little over her remembrance of poliana's brave attempts to like the bare little attic room. Poliana laughed softly. Well, that's the game, you know, anyway. The game? Yes, the just being glad the game. Whatever in the world are you talking about? Well, it's a game. Father told it to me, and it's lovely, rejoined poliana. We've played it always, ever since I was a little little girl. I told the ladies aid, and they played it, some of them. What is it? I ain't much on games though. Poliana laughed again, but she sighed too, and in the gathering twilight her face looked thin and wistful. When we began it, had some crutches that came in a missionary barrel. Crutches? Yes. You see, I'd wanted a doll, and father had written them so.

9:17When the barrel came, the lady wrote that there hadn't any dolls come in, but the little crutches had. So she sent them along as they might come in handy for some child at some time, and that's when we began it. Well, I must say I can't see any game about that, declared Nancy, almost irritably. Oh yes, the game was to just find something about everything to be glad about, no matter what was, rejoined poliana earnestly. And we began right then on the crutches. Well, goodness me, I can't see anything to be glad about, getting a pair of crutches when you wanted a doll. Colliana clapped her hands. There is, there is, she cried, but I couldn't see to either Nancy at first. She added with quick honesty. Father had to tell it to me. Well then, suppose you tell me, almost snapped Nancy. Goosey, I just speak glad because you don't need him, exalted poliana triumphantly.

10:17You see, it's just as easy when you know how. While of all the strange doings, breathe Nancy, regarding poliana with almost a fearful eyes. But it isn't strange, so lovely, maintained poliana enthusiastically, and we've played it ever since. And the harder it is, the more fun it is to get him out, only. Only sometimes it's almost too hard, like when your father goes to heaven, and there isn't anybody but a lady's aid left. Yes, or when you're put in a sleepy little room, wait the top of the house with nothing in it, growled Nancy. Colliana sighed. That was a hard one, at first, she admitted, especially when I was so kind of lonesome. I just didn't feel like playing the game anyway, and I had been wanting pretty things, so. Then I happened to think how I hated to see my freckles and the looking glass. So then I knew I'd found the things to be glad about. You see, when you're hunting for the glad things, you sort of forget the other kind, like the doll you wanted, you know.

11:22Hmm, choked Nancy, trying to swallow the lump in her throat. Most generally it doesn't take so long, sighed poliana. A lot of times now I just think of them without thinking, you know. I've got so used to playing it. It's a lovely game. Father and I used to like it so much, she faltered. I suppose though, it'll be a little harder now, as long as I haven't anybody's played with. Maybe Aunt Polly will play it though, she added as an afterthought. My stars and stockings, her, breathe Nancy behind her teeth. Then allowed she said doggedly, see here Miss poliana. I ain't saying that I'll play it very well, and I ain't saying that I know how anyway, but I'll play with you after a fashion. I just will, I will. On Nancy is also poliana giving her a rapturous hug. That'll be splendid, but we have fun. Maybe, because she didn't see and opened out, but you mustn't count too much on me, you know.

12:25And there was no case for games, but I'm going to make the most awful old try on this one. You're going to have someone to play with it, anyhow, she finished, as they entered the kitchen together. Poliana ate her bread and milk with a good appetite. Then at Nancy's suggestion, she went into the city room where her aunt sat reading. Miss Polly looked up, coldly. Have you had your supper, Poliana? Yes, Aunt Polly. I'm very sorry, Poliana, to have been obliged so soon to send you into the kitchen to eat bread and milk. But I was real glad you did it, Aunt Polly. I like bread and milk, and Nancy too. He mustn't feel bad about that one bit. Aunt Polly sat suddenly a little more erect at her chair. Poliana, it's quite time you're in bed. You've had a hard day, and tomorrow we must plan your hours and go over your clothing to see what is necessary to get for you. Nancy will give you a candle. Be careful how you handle it.

13:25Breakfast will be at half past seven. See that you're down to that. Good night. Quite as a matter of course, Poliana came straight to her aunt's side and gave her an affectionate hug. I've had such a beautiful time so far, she sighed happily. I know I'm just going to love living with you, but then I knew I should before I came. Good night, she called cheerfully, as she ran from the room. Well upon my soul, ejaculated Miss Polly half aloud, on a most extraordinary child. Then she frowned. She's glad I punished her, and I mustn't feel bad one bit, as she's going to love to live with me. Well upon my soul, ejaculated Miss Polly again as she took up her book. Fifteen minutes later in the attic room, a lonely little girl sobbed into the tightly clutched sheet. I know Father among the angels, I'm not playing the game one bit now, but one bit.

14:28I don't believe even you could find anything to be glad about sleeping all alone way off up here in the dark like this. If only I was an heir, Nancy or Aunt Polly, or even a lady's aider, it would be easier. Downstairs in the kitchen, Nancy, hurrying with her belated work, jabbed her dishmob into the milk pitcher and muttered jerkyly. If playing a silly fool game about being glad you've got crutches when you want dolls, it's got to be my way of being that rock of refuge. Well I'm going to play it, I am. Chapter 6. A Question of Duty It was nearly seven o'clock when Polly Anna woke that first day after arrival. Her windows faced the south and the west, so she could not see the sun yet, but she could see the hazy blue of the morning sky as she knew that the day promised to be a fair one.

15:33The little room was cooler now and the era blew in fresh and sweet. Outside the birds were twittering joyously and Polly Anna flew to the window to talk to them. She saw them that down in the garden her aunt was already out among the rose bushes. With rapid fingers therefore she made herself ready to join her. Down the attic stairs sped Polly Anna, leaving both doors wide open. Through the hole, down the next flight, then banged through the front screened door and around to the garden she ran. Aunt Polly, with the bent old man, was leaning over rose bush when Polly Anna, gurgling with the delight, flung herself upon her. Oh Aunt Polly, Aunt Polly, I reckon I'm glad this morning just to be alive. Polly Anna, remonstrated the lady, sternly, pulling herself as erect as she could, with her dragging weight of 90 pounds hanging about her neck. Is this the usual way you stay good morning?

16:33A little girl dropped to her toes and danced lightly up and down. No, only when I love folks so I just can't help it. I saw you for my window Aunt Polly and I got to thinking how you weren't a lady's eater and you were my really truly aunt and you looked so good I just had to come down and hug you. The bent old man turned his back suddenly, Ms. Polly attempted a frown with an ought to her usual success. Polly Anna, you, I, Thomas, that will do for this morning. I think you understand about those rose bushes, she says stiffly. Then she turned and walked rapidly away. She always worked in the garden, Mr. Man asked Polly Anna interestedly. The man turned, his lips were twitching, but his eyes looked blurred as if with tears. Yes, Miss, I'm all tall, the gardener, he answered. Timidly, but as if impaled by an irresistible force, he reached out her shaking hand

17:36and let it rest for a moment at her bright hair. You were so like your mother little Miss, I used to know her when she was even littler than you'd be. You see, I used to work garden, then. Polly Anna caught her breath audibly, you did? And you knew my mother, really, when she was just a little earth angel and not a heaven one? Oh please, tell me about her. And down plumped Polly Anna in the middle of the dirt path by the old man's side. A bell sounded from the house. The next moment Nancy was seen flying out the back door. Miss Polly Anna, that bell means breakfast, mornings. She panted, pulling the little girl to her feet and hurrying her back to the house. And other times it means other meals. But it always means that you're to run like time when you hear it. No matter where you be. If you don't, well, it'll take something smarter than we be to find anything to be glad about in that. She finished, shewing Polly Anna into the house as she would shew on a really chicken into a coop.

18:42Breakfast of the first five minutes was a silent meal. The Miss Polly, her disapproving eyes following the airy wings of two flies, darting here and there over the table, said sternly. Nancy, where do those flies come from? I don't know, ma'am. There wasn't one in the kitchen. Nancy had been too excited to notice Polly Anna's up-flung windows the afternoon before. I reckon maybe they're my flies Aunt Polly observed Polly Anna amably. There were lots of them this morning having a beautiful time upstairs. Nancy left the room precipitantly. Though, to do so, she had to carry out the hot muffins she had just brought in. Yours, gasped, Miss Polly. What do you mean? Where do they come from? Why Aunt Polly, they came from out of doors, of course. Through the windows, I saw some of them come in. You saw them? You mean you raised those windows without any screens? Why yes, there weren't any screens there, Aunt Polly.

19:44Nancy, this moment, came in again with the muffins. Her face was grave, but very red. Nancy, directed her mistress sharply. He may set the muffins down and go once to Miss Polly Anna's room and shut the windows. Shut the doors also. Later, when your work is done, go through every room with a spatter. See that you make a thorough search. To her niece, she said, Polly Anna, I've ordered screens for those windows. I knew, of course, that it was my duty to do that. But it seems to me that you've forgotten your duty. My duty? Polly Anna's eyes were wide with wonder. Certainly. I noticed warm, but I consider it your duty to keep your windows closed till those screens come. Flies, Polly Anna, are not only unclean and annoying, but very dangerous to health. After breakfast, I will give you a little pamphlet on this matter to read. To read? Oh, thank you, Aunt Polly. I love to read. Miss Polly drew it her breath audibly, and she shut her lips together hard.

20:47Polly Anna, seeing her stern face, frowned a little, thoughtfully. Of course, I'm sorry about the duty I forgot, Aunt Polly. She apologized timidly. I won't raise the windows again. Her aunt made no reply. She did not speak, indeed, until the meal was over. Then she rose, went to the bookcase of the city-room, took out a small paper booklet, and crossed the room to her niece's side. This is the article I spoke of, Polly Anna. I desire you to go to your room at once and read it. It will be up in half an hour to look over your things. Polly Anna, her eyes on the illustration of a fly's head, many times magnified, cried joyously. Well, thank you, Aunt Polly. The next moment, she skipped merely from the room, banging the door behind her. Miss Polly frowned, hesitated, and crossed the room majestically and opened the door. But Polly Anna was already out of sight, clattering up the attic stairs.

21:47Half an hour later, when Miss Polly, her face expressing stern duty in every line, climbed those stairs, and entered Polly Anna's room. She was greeted with a burst of eager enthusiasm. I went Polly, and never saw anything so perfectly lovely and interesting in my life. I was so glad you gave me that book to read. I didn't suppose flies could carry such a lot of things on their feet, and that will do, observed Polly with dignity. Polly Anna, you may bring out your clothes now and I will look them over. What are not suitable for you? I shall give to the Sullivan's, of course. With visible reluctance, Polly Anna laid down the pamphlet and turned toward the closet. I'm afraid you'll think they're worse than the ladies they did, and they said they were shameful, she sighed. But they were mostly things for boys and older folks in the last two or three barrels, and did you ever have a missionary barrel, Aunt Polly? At her aunt's look of shocked anger, Polly Anna corrected herself at once.

22:48I know of course you didn't, Aunt Polly, she hurried on with a hot blush. I forgot, rich folks never have to have them. But you see, sometimes I kind of forget that you are rich, up here in this room, you know. Ms. Polly's lips parted indignantly, but no words came. Polly Anna, plainly unaware that she had said anything in the least and pleasant, was hurrying on. Well, as I was going to say, you can't tell a thing about missionary barrels, except that you won't find in them what you think you're going to, even when you think you won't. It was the barrels every time too, that were the hardest to play the game on, for father and... Just in time Polly Anna remembered that she was not to talk with her father to her aunt. She dived into her closet then hurriedly and brought out all the poor little dresses in both her arms. They aren't nice at all, she choked, and they'd been black if they hadn't been for the red carpet for the church, but they're all I've got.

23:48With the tips of her fingers, Ms. Polly turned over the conglomerate garments, so obviously made for anybody but Polly Anna. Next, she bestowed frowning attention on the patched undergarments in the bureau drawers. I've got the best ones on. Confessed Polly Anna, actually. The lady said, got me one set straight through all hall. Mrs. Jones, she's a president, told him I should have that if they had to clatter down beer aisles themselves the rest of their days, but they won't. Mr. White doesn't like the noise, he's got nerves, his wife says, but he's got money too. And they expect he'll give a lot to wear the carpet, on account of the nerves, you know. I should think he'd be glad that if he did have the nerves, he'd got money too. Shouldn't you? Ms. Polly did not seem to hear. Her scrutiny of the undergarments finished. She turned to Polly Anna somewhat abruptly. You've been to school, of course, Polly Anna. Oh, yes, Aunt Polly. Besides, fff, fff, I mean, I was taught at home some too.

24:53Ms. Polly frowned. Very good. In the fall, you'll enter school here, of course, Mr. Hall, the principal will doubtless settle in which grade you belong. Meanwhile, I suppose I ought to hear you read aloud half an hour each day. I love to read, but if you don't want to hear me, I'd be just glad to read to myself, truly Aunt Polly. And I wouldn't have to have tried to be glad, either, for I like best to read to myself, on account of the big words, you know. I don't doubt it. Rejoined Ms. Polly grimly. Have you studied music? Not much. I don't like my music. I like other peoples, though. I learned to play in the piano a little. Ms. Gray, she plays for church. She taught me. But I just as soon let that go as not, Aunt Polly. I'd rather, truly. Very likely observed, Aunt Polly, with slightly uplifted eyebrows. Nevertheless, I think it is my duty to see that you are properly instructed and at least the rudiments of music.

25:54You so, of course? Yes, ma'am. Polly on the side. The ladies' aid taught me that, but I had an awful time. Mrs. Jones didn't believe in holding your needle like the rest of them did on button-holy. And Mrs. White thought back stitching ought to be taught before hemming, or else the other way. And Mrs. Harryman didn't believe in putting you in patchwork ever at all. Well, there'll be no difficulty of that kind any longer, Pollyanna. I shall teach you sewing myself, of course. You do not know how to cook, I presume. Pollyanna laughed suddenly. They were just beginning to teach me that this summer, but I hadn't got far. They were more divided up on that than they were on the sewing. They were going to begin on bread, but there wasn't two of them that made it alike. So after arguing it, all one sewing meeting, they decided to take turns at me one four-minute a week at their own kitchen, so you know. I'd only learned chocolate fudge and fig cake, though, when I had to stop.

26:56Her voice broke. Chocolate fudge and fig cake, indeed, scored Mrs. Polly. I think we can remedy that very soon. She paused and thought for a minute and went on slowly. At nine o'clock every morning, you will read aloud one half hour to me. Before that, you will use the time to put this room in order. Wednesday and Saturday fournoons after half past nine, you will spend with Nancy in the kitchen learning to cook. Other mornings, you will sew with me. That will leave the afternoons for your music. I shall, of course, procure a teacher at once for you. She finished decisively as she rose from her chair. Pollyanna cried out in dismay. But out Polly and Polly, you haven't left me any time at all just to live. To live, child, what do you mean, as if you weren't living all the time? Oh, of course, I'd be breathing all the time I was doing those things out Polly, but I wouldn't be living. You breathe all the time you're asleep, but you aren't living.

27:58I mean, living, doing the things you want to do, playing outdoors, reading to myself, of course, climbing hills, talking to Mr. Tom in the garden and Nancy, and finding out all about the houses and the people and everything everywhere, all through the perfectly lovely streets I came through yesterday. That's what I call living out Polly. Just breathing isn't living. Miss Polly lifted her head irritably. Pollyanna, you are the most extraordinary child. You'd be allowed a proper amount of playtime, of course, but surely it seems to me that if I'm willing to do my duty in seeing that you have proper care and instruction, you ought to be willing to do yours by seeing that that care and instruction are not ungratefully wasted. Pollyanna looked shocked. Oh, and Polly is if I ever could be ungrateful to you. I love you, and you aren't even a lady-sader, you're an aunt. Very well, and see that you don't act ungrateful, vouchsafed with Polly as she turned toward the door.

29:01She'd gone halfway down the stairs when a small, unsteady voice called after her. Please, Aunt Polly, you didn't tell me which of my things you wanted to give away. Aunt Polly emitted a tired sigh, a sigh that ascended straight to Pollyanna's ears. Oh, I forgot to tell you, Pollyanna. Timothy will drive us into town at half past one this afternoon. Not one of your garments has fit for my niece to wear. Personally, I should be very far up and doing my duty by you if I should let you appear out in any one of them. Pollyanna sighed now. She believed she was going to hate that word, duty. Aunt Polly, please, she called wistfully. Isn't there any way you can be glad about all that duty business? What? Ms. Polly looked up and dazed surprise. And suddenly, with very red cheeks, she turned and swept angrily down the stairs. Don't be impertinent, Pollyanna. In the heart of the whole attic room, Pollyanna dropped herself onto one of the straight-backed chairs.

30:05To her existence loomed ahead one endless round of duty. I don't see really what there was impertinent about that, she sighed. I was only asking if she couldn't tell me something to be glad about in all that duty business. For several minutes, Pollyanna sat in silence. Her roofalies fixed on the floor and heap of garments on the bed. And slowly, she rose and began to put away the dresses. But just isn't anything to be glad about that I can see, she said aloud. Unless it's to be glad when the duties done. Whereupon, she laughed, suddenly. Chapter 7 Pollyanna and the punishments At half past one o'clock, Timothy drove Ms. Polly and her niece to the four or five principal dry goods stores, which were about a mile from the homestead. Fitting Pollyanna with a new wardrobe, proved to be more or less of an exciting experience for all concerned.

31:07Ms. Polly came out of it with the feeling of limp relaxation, and one might have it finding oneself at last on solid earth after a perilous walk across the very thin crust of a volcano. The various clerks who'd waited upon the pair came out of it with very red faces, and enough amusing stories of Pollyanna to keep their friends and gales of laughter the rest of the week. Pollyanna herself came out of it with radiant smiles and a heart content. For she expressed it to one of the clerks, when you haven't had anybody but missionary barrels and ladies' aiders to dress you, it is perfectly lovely to just walk right in and buy clothes that are brand new that don't have to be tucked up or let down because they don't fit. The shopping expedition consumed the entire afternoon, then came a supper and a delightful talk with old Tom in the garden, and another with an anzing on the back porch after the dishes were done, and while Aunt Polly paid a visit to a neighbor. Old Tom told Pollyanna wonderful things of her mother that made her very happy indeed,

32:10and Nancy told her all about the little farm six miles away at the corners, where lived her own dear mother and her equally dear brother and sisters. She promised too that sometime, if this Polly were willing, Pollyanna should be taken to see them, and they've got lovely names too. You'll like their names, side Nancy, they're Arjanon and Flora Bell and Estelle. I just hate Nancy. Oh Nancy, what a dreadful thing to say. Why? Because it isn't pretty like the others. You see, I was the first baby and mother hadn't begin to read for so many stories with the pretty names of them. But I love Nancy just because it's you to clear Pollyanna. Hmm, well, I guess you could love Carissa Mabel just as well, who taught her Nancy, and it would be a heap happier for me. I think that name's just grand. Pollyanna laughed. Well anyhow, she chuckled. Becoming a lad, it isn't ifsova.

33:14Ifsova? Yes, Mrs. White's name is that. Her husband calls her Hep, and she doesn't like it. She says when he calls out Hep, Hep. She feels just as if the next minute he was going to yell Hurray. And she doesn't like to be hurried at. Nancy's gloomy face relaxed and her broad smile. Well, if you don't meet the Dutch, say, do you know? I shan't never hear Nancy now that I don't think of that Hep, Hep and Giggle. Well, I guess I am glad. She stopped short and turned amazed as a little girl. Say, Mrs. Pollyanna, do you mean? Was you playing that hero game then, about my being glad I wouldn't name Hep's了吧? Pollyanna frowned as you laughed. Why Nancy, that's so? I was playing the game, but that's one of the times I just did it without thinking I reckoned. You see, you do lots of times. You get so used to it, looking for something to be glad about.

34:15And most generally, there is something about everything that you can be glad about if you keep hunting long enough to find it. Well, maybe grant Nancy with opened out. At half past eight, Pollyanna went up to bed. The screens are not yet come, and the closet or room was like an oven. The longing eyes Pollyanna looked at the two fast, closed windows as she did not raise them. She addressed, folded her clothes neatly, set her prayers, blow at her candle, and climbed into bed. Just how long she lay in sleepless misery, tossing from side to side of the hot to the hot, she did not know. But it seemed to her that it must have been hours before she finally slipped out of bed, felt her way across the room, and opened her door. Out in the main attic, all was a velvet blackness, save where the moon flung a path of silver halfway across the floor from the east dormer window. With a resolute ignoring of that fearsome darkness to the right and to the left, Pollyanna drew a quick breath and patred straight into that silvery path and onto the window.

35:22She had hoped vaguely that this window might have a screen, but it did not. Outside however, there was a wide world of fairy-like beauty, and there was too she knew fresh, sweet air that would feel so good to hot cheeks and hands. As she stepped narrow and peered along in the out, she saw something else. She saw, only a little way below the window, the wide flat tin roof of Miss Polly's son-pillar built over the Port Crochet. The sight filled her with longing, if only now she were out there. Fairfully she looked behind her, back there, somewhere, where her hot little room and her still hot her bed. But between her and them lay a horrid desert of blackness across which one must feel one's way with outstretched shrinking arms. While before her, out in the son-pillar roof, where the moonlight and the cool, sweet night air. If only her bed were out there, and folks did sleep out of doors.

36:26Joel Hartley at home, who was so sick with consumption, had to sleep out of doors. Suddenly, Pollyanna remembered that she had seen near this attic window a row of long white bags hanging from nails. Nanti had said that they contained the winter clothing put away for the summer. A little fearfully now, Pollyanna felt her way to these bags, selected a nice fat soft one. It contained Miss Polly's seal-skin coat for bed. And a thinner one to be doubled up for a pillow, and still another, which was so thin it seemed almost empty, for covering. Less equipped, Pollyanna and High Glee, patterned to the moonlit window again, raised the sash, stuffed her burden through to the roof below, and let herself down after it, closing the window carefully behind her. Pollyanna had not forgotten those flies with marvelous feet that carried things. How deliciously cool it was. Pollyanna quite danced up and down with the delight, drawing in long, full breaths of the refreshing air.

37:30A tin roof under her feet crackled with little resounding snaps that Pollyanna rather liked. She walked, indeed, two or three times back and forth from end to end. It gave her such a pleasant sensation of airy space after her heart of the room, and the roof was so broad and flat as she had no fear of falling off. Finally, with a safe content, she curled herself up on the seal-skin coat mattress, arranged one bag for a pillow and the other for a covering, and settled herself to sleep. I'm so glad now that the screens didn't come, she murmured, blinking up at the stars. Else, I couldn't have done this. Downstairs in Ms. Polly's room, next to the sun-poller, Ms. Polly herself was hurrying into dressing gown and slippers, her face white and frightened. A minute before she'd been telephoning in a shaking voice to Timothy. Come up quick, you and your father, bring lanterns. Somebody is on the roof of the sun-poller.

38:30You must have climbed up the rose trellis or somewhere. And of course, he can get right into the house through the east window in the attic. I've locked the attic door down here, but hurry, quick. Sometime later, Pollyanna, just dropping off to sleep, was startled by a lantern flash and a trio of amazed shouts. She opened her eyes to find Timothy at the top of the ladder near her, old Tom just getting through the window and her aunt peering out at her from behind him. Pollyanna, what does this mean, cried Aunt Polly then? Pollyanna blinked, sleepy eyes and sat up. By Mr. Tom, Aunt Polly, she stammered. Don't look so scared. It isn't that I've got the consumption, you know, like Joel Hartley. It's only that I was so hot in there. But I show the window Aunt Polly so the flies can carry those germ things in. Timothy disappeared suddenly down the ladder, old Tom with almost equal precipitation, handed his lantern to Miss Polly and followed his son.

39:31Miss Polly bit her lip hard until the men were gone, then she said sternly. Pollyanna, hand those things to me at once and come in here. Of all the extraordinary children, she jacked it a little later, as with Pollyanna by her side and a lantern in her hand, she turned back into the attic. To Pollyanna, the air was all the more stifling after that cool breath of the out of doors, but she did not complain. She only drew a long, quivering sigh. At the top of the stairs, Miss Polly jerked out crisply. For the rest of the night, Pollyanna, you're to sleep in the bed with me. The screens will be here tomorrow, but until then I consider it my duty to keep you where I know where you are. Pollyanna drew in her breath. With you, in your bed, she cried raptiously. Go Aunt Polly, Aunt Polly. How perfectly lovely of you. When I've so wanted to sleep with someone sometime, someone that belonged to me, you know, not a lady's aider, I've had them, my.

40:34I reckon I'm glad now those screens didn't come. Wouldn't you be? There was no reply. Miss Polly was stalking on her head. Miss Polly, to tell the truth, was feeling curiously helpless. For the third time since Pollyanna's arrival, Miss Polly was punishing Pollyanna. Over the third time, she was being confronted with amazing fact that her punishment was being taken as a special reward of merit. No wonder Miss Polly was feeling curiously helpless. Good night.