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of hair. I—I’m sure I don’t know why I’m letting you do this
silly thing.’
‘Why, Aunt Polly, I should think you’d be glad to have
folks like to look at you! Don’t you like to look at pretty
things? I’m ever so much happier when I look at pretty folks,
‘cause when I look at the other kind I’m so sorry for them.’
‘But—but—‘
‘And I just love to do folks’ hair,’ purred Pollyanna, con-
tentedly. ‘I did quite a lot of the Ladies’ Aiders’—but there
wasn’t any of them so nice as yours. Mrs. White’s was pret-
ty nice, though, and she looked just lovely one day when I
dressed her up in—Oh, Aunt Polly, I’ve just happened to
think of something! But it’s a secret, and I sha’n’t tell. Now
your hair is almost done, and pretty quick I’m going to
leave you just a minute; and you must promise—promise—
PROMISE not to stir nor peek, even, till I come back. Now
remember! she finished, as she ran from the room.
Aloud Miss Polly said nothing. To herself she said that
of course she should at once undo the absurd work of her
niece’s fingers, and put her hair up properly again. As for
‘peeking’ just as if she cared how—
At that moment—unaccountably—Miss Polly caught a
glimpse of herself in the mirror of the dressing table. And
what she saw sent such a flush of rosy color to her cheeks
that—she only flushed the more at the sight.
She saw a face—not young, it is true—but just now alight
with excitement and surprise. The cheeks were a pretty
pink. The eyes sparkled. The hair, dark, and still damp from
the outdoor air, lay in loose waves about the forehead and

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