hadn't got far. They were more divided up on that than they were
on the sewing. They were GOING to begin on bread; but there
wasn't two of 'em that made it alike, so after arguing it all one
sewing-meeting, they decided to take turns at me one forenoon a
week--in their own kitchens, you know. I'd only learned chocolate
fudge and fig cake, though, when--when I had to stop." Her voice
broke.

"Chocolate fudge and fig cake, indeed!" scorned Miss Polly. "I
think we can remedy that very soon." She paused in thought for a
minute, then went on slowly: "At nine o'clock every morning you
will read aloud one half-hour to me. Before that you will use the
time to put this room in order. Wednesday and Saturday forenoons,
after half-past nine, you will spend with Nancy in the kitchen,
learning to cook. Other mornings you will sew with me. That will
leave the afternoons for your music. I shall, of course, procure
a teacher at once for you," she finished decisively, as she arose
from her chair.

Pollyanna cried out in dismay.

"Oh, but Aunt Polly, Aunt Polly, you haven't left me any time at
all just to--to live."

"To live, child! What do you mean? As if you weren't living all
the time!"

"Oh, of course I'd be BREATHING all the time I was doing those
things, Aunt Polly, but I wouldn't be living. You breathe all the
time you're asleep, but you aren't living. I mean living--doing