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sun shouldn’t strike it at all but it does in the morning.’
‘Oh, but it’s so pretty, Mr. Pendleton! And does just the
sun do that? My! if it was mine I’d have it hang in the sun
all day long!’
‘Lots of good you’d get out of the thermometer, then,’
laughed the man. ‘How do you suppose you could tell how
hot it was, or how cold it was, if the thermometer hung in
the sun all day?’
‘I shouldn’t care,’ breathed Pollyanna, her fascinated eyes
on the brilliant band of colors across the pillow. ‘Just as if
anybody’d care when they were living all the time in a rain-
bow!
The man laughed. He was watching Pollyanna’s rapt face
a little curiously. Suddenly a new thought came to him. He
touched the bell at his side.
‘Nora,’ he said, when the elderly maid appeared at the
door, ‘bring me one of the big brass candle-sticks from the
mantel in the front drawing-room.’
‘Yes, sir,’ murmured the woman, looking slightly dazed.
In a minute she had returned. A musical tinkling entered
the room with her as she advanced wonderingly toward the
bed. It came from the prism pendants encircling the old-
fashioned candelabrum in her hand.
‘Thank you. You may set it here on the stand,’ directed
the man. ‘Now get a string and fasten it to the sash-curtain
fixtures of that window there. Take down the sash-curtain,
and let the string reach straight across the window from
side to side. That will be all. Thank you,’ he said, when she
had carried out his directions.

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