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Pollyanna drew in her breath.
‘With you?—in your bed?’ she cried rapturously. ‘Oh,
Aunt Polly, Aunt Polly, how perfectly lovely of you! And
when I’ve so wanted to sleep with some one sometime—
some one that belonged to me, you know; not a Ladies’
Aider. I’ve HAD them. My! I reckon I am glad now those
screens didn’t come! Wouldn’t you be?’
There was no reply. Miss Polly was stalking on ahead.
Miss Polly, to tell the truth, was feeling curiously helpless.
For the third time since Pollyanna’s arrival, Miss Polly was
punishing Pollyanna—and for the third time she was being
confronted with the amazing fact that her punishment was
being taken as a special reward of merit. No wonder Miss
Polly was feeling curiously helpless.