half try to be glad, either, for I like best to read to
myself--on account of the big words, you know."

"I don't doubt it," rejoined Miss Polly, grimly. "Have you studied
music?"

"Not much. I don't like my music--I like other people's, though.
I learned to play on the piano a little. Miss Gray--she plays for
church--she taught me. But I'd just as soon let that go as not,
Aunt Polly. I'd rather, truly."

"Very likely," observed Aunt Polly, with slightly uplifted
eyebrows. "Nevertheless I think it is my duty to see that you are
properly instructed in at least the rudiments of music. You sew,
of course."

"Yes, ma'am." Pollyanna sighed. "The Ladies' Aid taught me that.
But I had an awful time. Mrs. Jones didn't believe in holding
your needle like the rest of 'em did on buttonholing, and Mrs.
White thought backstitching ought to be taught you before hemming
(or else the other way), and Mrs. Harriman didn't believe in
putting you on patchwork ever, at all."

"Well, there will be no difficulty of that kind any longer,
Pollyanna. I shall teach you sewing myself, of course. You do not
know how to cook, I presume."

Pollyanna laughed suddenly.

"They were just beginning to teach me that this summer, but I