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got the carpets and curtains and pictures that I’d been
want—‘ With a painful blush Pollyanna stopped short. She
was plunging into an entirely different sentence when her
aunt interrupted her sharply.
‘What’s that, Pollyanna?’
‘N-nothing, Aunt Polly, truly. I didn’t mean to say it.’
‘Probably not,’ returned Miss Polly, coldly; ‘but you did
say it, so suppose we have the rest of it.’
‘But it wasn’t anything only that I’d been kind of plan-
ning on pretty carpets and lace curtains and things, you
know,. But, of course—‘
‘PLANNING on them!’ interrupted Miss Polly, sharply.
Pollyanna blushed still more painfully.
‘I ought not to have, of course, Aunt Polly,’ she apologized.
‘It was only because I’d always wanted them and hadn’t
had them, I suppose. Oh, we’d had two rugs in the barrels,
but they were little, you know, and one had ink spots, and
the other holes; and there never were only those two pic-
tures; the one fath—I mean the good one we sold, and the
bad one that broke. Of course if it hadn’t been for all that
I shouldn’t have wanted them, so—pretty things, I mean;
and I shouldn’t have got to planning all through the hall
that first day how pretty mine would be here, and—and But,
truly, Aunt Polly, it wasn’t but just a minute—I mean, a few
minutes—before I was being glad that the bureau DIDN’T
have a looking-glass, because it didn’t show my freckles;
and there couldn’t be a nicer picture than the one out my
window there; and you’ve been so good to me, that—‘
Miss Polly rose suddenly to her feet. Her face was very

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