dresses. Pollyanna, smiling bravely now, flew about, hanging the
dresses in the closet, stacking the books on the table, and
putting away the undergarments in the bureau drawers.

"I'm sure it--it's going to be a very nice room. Don't you think
so?" she stammered, after a while.

There was no answer. Nancy was very busy, apparently, with her
head in the trunk. Pollyanna, standing at the bureau, gazed a
little wistfully at the bare wall above.

"And I can be glad there isn't any looking-glass here, too,
'cause where there ISN'T any glass I can't see my freckles."

Nancy made a sudden queer little sound with her mouth--but when
Pollyanna turned, her head was in the trunk again. At one of the
windows, a few minutes later, Pollyanna gave a glad cry and
clapped her hands joyously.

"Oh, Nancy, I hadn't seen this before," she breathed. "Look--'way
off there, with those trees and the houses and that lovely church
spire, and the river shining just like silver. Why, Nancy, there
doesn't anybody need any pictures with that to look at. Oh, I'm
so glad now she let me have this room!"

To Pollyanna's surprise and dismay, Nancy burst into tears.
Pollyanna hurriedly crossed to her side.

"Why, Nancy, Nancy--what is it?" she cried; then, fearfully:
"This wasn't--YOUR room, was it?"