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As she left the room he turned smiling eyes toward the
wondering Pollyanna.
‘Bring me the candlestick now, please, Pollyanna.’
With both hands she brought it; and in a moment he was
slipping off the pendants, one by one, until they lay, a round
dozen of them, side by side, on the bed.
‘Now, my dear, suppose you take them and hook them to
that little string Nora fixed across the window. If you really
WANT to live in a rainbow—I don’t see but we’ll have to
have a rainbow for you to live in!’
Pollyanna had not hung up three of the pendants in the
sunlit window before she saw a little of what was going to
happen. She was so excited then she could scarcely control
her shaking fingers enough to hang up the rest. But at last
her task was finished, and she stepped back with a low cry
of delight.
It had become a fairyland—that sumptuous, but dreary
bedroom. Everywhere were bits of dancing red and green,
violet and orange, gold and blue. The wall, the floor, and the
furniture, even to the bed itself, were aflame with shimmer-
ing bits of color.
‘Oh, oh, oh, how lovely!’ breathed Pollyanna; then she
laughed suddenly. ‘I just reckon the sun himself is trying to
play the game now, don’t you?’ she cried, forgetting for the
moment that Mr. Pendleton could not know what she was
talking about. ‘Oh, how I wish I had a lot of those things!
How I would like to give them to Aunt Polly and Mrs. Snow
and—lots of folks. I reckon THEN they’d be glad all right!
Why, I think even Aunt Polly’d get so glad she couldn’t

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