Her aunt frowned.

"When I ask a question, Pollyanna, I prefer that you should
answer aloud not merely with your head."

"Yes, Aunt Polly."

"Thank you; that is better. I believe you have everything that
you need here," she added, glancing at the well-filled towel rack
and water pitcher. "I will send Nancy up to help you unpack.
Supper is at six o'clock," she finished, as she left the room and
swept down-stairs.

For a moment after she had gone Pollyanna stood quite still,
looking after her. Then she turned her wide eyes to the bare
wall, the bare floor, the bare windows. She turned them last to
the little trunk that had stood not so long before in her own
little room in the far-away Western home. The next moment she
stumbled blindly toward it and fell on her knees at its side,
covering her face with her hands.

Nancy found her there when she came up a few minutes later.

"There, there, you poor lamb," she crooned, dropping to the floor
and drawing the little girl into her arms. "I was just a-fearin!
I'd find you like this, like this."

Pollyanna shook her head.

"But I'm bad and wicked, Nancy--awful wicked," she sobbed. "I