glad now those screens didn't come! Wouldn't you be?"

There was no reply. Miss Polly was stalking on ahead. Miss Polly,
to tell the truth, was feeling curiously helpless. For the third
time since Pollyanna's arrival, Miss Polly was punishing
Pollyanna--and for the third time she was being confronted with
the amazing fact that her punishment was being taken as a special
reward of merit. No wonder Miss Polly was feeling curiously
helpless.



CHAPTER VIII. POLLYANNA PAYS A VISIT

It was not long before life at the Harrington homestead settled
into something like order--though not exactly the order that Miss
Polly had at first prescribed. Pollyanna sewed, practised, read
aloud, and studied cooking in the kitchen, it is true; but she
did not give to any of these things quite so much time as had
first been planned. She had more time, also, to "just live," as
she expressed it, for almost all of every afternoon from two
until six o'clock was hers to do with as she liked--provided she
did not "like" to do certain things already prohibited by Aunt
Polly.

It is a question, perhaps, whether all this leisure time was
given to the child as a relief to Pollyanna from work--or as a
relief to Aunt Polly from Pollyanna. Certainly, as those first
July days passed, Miss Polly found occasion many times to
ejaculate "What an extraordinary child!" and certainly the