room, always, but 'twas a hired room, and hired rooms aren't half
as nice as owned ones, are they? And of course I do own this one,
don't I?"

"Why, y-yes, Pollyanna," murmured Miss Polly, vaguely wondering
why she did not get up at once and go to look for that shawl.

"And of course NOW I just love this room, even if it hasn't got
the carpets and curtains and pictures that I'd been want--" With
a painful blush Pollyanna stopped short. She was plunging into an
entirely different sentence when her aunt interrupted her
sharply.

"What's that, Pollyanna?"

"N-nothing, Aunt Polly, truly. I didn't mean to say it."

"Probably not," returned Miss Polly, coldly; "but you did say it,
so suppose we have the rest of it."

"But it wasn't anything only that I'd been kind of planning on
pretty carpets and lace curtains and things, you know. But, of
course--"

"PLANNING on them!" interrupted Miss Polly, sharply.

Pollyanna blushed still more painfully.

"I ought not to have, of course, Aunt Polly," she apologized. "It
was only because I'd always wanted them and hadn't had them, I