"I--I was thinkin' about--Miss Polly," faltered Nancy.

Pollyanna sighed contentedly.

"I was, too. I'm so interested in her. You know she's all the
aunt I've got, and I didn't know I had her for ever so long. Then
father told me. He said she lived in a lovely great big house
'way on top of a hill."

"She does. You can see it now," said Nancy.

"It's that big white one with the green blinds, 'way ahead."

"Oh, how pretty!--and what a lot of trees and grass all around
it! I never saw such a lot of green grass, seems so, all at once.
Is my Aunt Polly rich, Nancy?"

"Yes, Miss."

"I'm so glad. It must be perfectly lovely to have lots of money.
I never knew any one that did have, only the Whites--they're some
rich. They have carpets in every room and ice-cream Sundays. Does
Aunt Polly have ice-cream Sundays?"

Nancy shook her head. Her lips twitched. She threw a merry look
into Timothy's eyes.

"No, Miss. Your aunt don't like ice-cream, I guess; leastways I
never saw it on her table."