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red.
‘That will do, Pollyanna,’ she said stiffly.
‘You have said quite enough, I’m sure.’ The next minute
she had swept down the stairs—and not until she reached
the first floor did it suddenly occur to her that she had gone
up into the attic to find a white wool shawl in the cedar chest
near the east window.
Less than twenty-four hours later, Miss Polly said to
Nancy, crisply:
‘Nancy, you may move Miss Pollyanna’s things down-
stairs this morning to the room directly beneath. I have
decided to have my niece sleep there for the present.’
‘Yes, ma’am,’ said Nancy aloud.
‘O glory!’ said Nancy to herself.
To Pollyanna, a minute later, she cried joyously:
‘And won’t ye jest be listenin’ ter this, Miss Pollyanna.
You’re ter sleep down-stairs in the room straight under this.
You are—you are!’
Pollyanna actually grew white.
‘You mean—why, Nancy, not really—really and truly?’
‘I guess you’ll think it’s really and truly,’ prophesied
Nancy, exultingly, nodding her head to Pollyanna over the
armful of dresses she had taken from the closet. ‘I’m told ter
take down yer things, and I’m goin’ ter take ‘em, too, ‘fore
she gets a chance ter change her mind.’
Pollyanna did not stop to hear the end of this sentence.
At the imminent risk of being dashed headlong, she was fly-
ing down-stairs, two steps at a time.
Bang went two doors and a chair before Pollyanna at last

Pollyanna