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curved back over the ears in wonderfully becoming lines,
with softening little curls here and there.
So amazed and so absorbed was Miss Polly with what
she saw in the glass that she quite forgot her determina-
tion to do over her hair, until she heard Pollyanna enter the
room again. Before she could move, then, she felt a folded
something slipped across her eyes and tied in the back.
‘Pollyanna, Pollyanna! What are you doing?’ she cried.
Pollyanna chuckled.
‘That’s just what I don’t want you to know, Aunt Polly,
and I was afraid you WOULD peek, so I tied on the hand-
kerchief. Now sit still. It won’t take but just a minute, then
I’ll let you see.’
‘But, Pollyanna,’ began Miss Polly, struggling blindly to
her feet, ‘you must take this off! You—child, child! what
ARE you doing?’ she gasped, as she felt a soft something
slipped about her shoulders.
Pollyanna only chuckled the more gleefully. With trem-
bling fingers she was draping about her aunt’s shoulders the
fleecy folds of a beautiful lace shawl, yellowed from long
years of packing away, and fragrant with lavender. Polly-
anna had found the shawl the week before when Nancy had
been regulating the attic; and it had occurred to her to-day
that there was no reason why her aunt, as well as Mrs. White
of her Western home, should not be ‘dressed up.’
Her task completed, Pollyanna surveyed her work with
eyes that approved, but that saw yet one touch wanting.
Promptly, therefore, she pulled her aunt toward the sun
parlor where she could see a belated red rose blooming on

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