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CHAPTER X. A SURPRISE

FOR MRS. SNOW

he next time Pollyanna went to see Mrs. Snow, she found
Tthat lady, as at first, in a darkened room.
‘It’s the little girl from Miss Polly’s, mother,’ announced
Milly, in a tired manner; then Pollyanna found herself alone
with the invalid.
‘Oh, it’s you, is it?’ asked a fretful voice from the bed. ‘I
remember you. ANYbody’d remember you, I guess, if they
saw you once. I wish you had come yesterday. I WANTED
you yesterday.’
‘Did you? Well, I’m glad ‘tisn’t any farther away from
yesterday than to-day is, then,’ laughed Pollyanna, advanc-
ing cheerily into the room, and setting her basket carefully
down on a chair. ‘My! but aren’t you dark here, though? I
can’t see you a bit,’ she cried, unhesitatingly crossing to the
window and pulling up the shade. ‘I want to see if you’ve
fixed your hair like I did—oh, you haven’t! But, never mind;
I’m glad you haven’t, after all, ‘cause maybe you’ll let me do
it—later. But now I want you to see what I’ve brought you.’
The woman stirred restlessly.
‘Just as if how it looks would make any difference in how
it tastes,’ she scoffed—but she turned her eyes toward the
basket. ‘Well, what is it?’

Pollyanna