suppose. Oh, we'd had two rugs in the barrels, but they were
little, you know, and one had ink spots, and the other holes; and
there never were only those two pictures; the one fath--I mean
the good one we sold, and the bad one that broke. Of course if it
hadn't been for all that I shouldn't have wanted them, so--pretty
things, I mean; and I shouldn't have got to planning all through
the hall that first day how pretty mine would be here, and--and
But, truly, Aunt Polly, it wasn't but just a minute--I mean, a
few minutes--before I was being glad that the bureau DIDN'T have
a looking-glass, because it didn't show my freckles; and there
couldn't be a nicer picture than the one out my window there; and
you've been so good to me, that--"

Miss Polly rose suddenly to her feet. Her face was very red.

"That will do, Pollyanna," she said stiffly.

"You have said quite enough, I'm sure." The next minute she had
swept down the stairs--and not until she reached the first floor
did it suddenly occur to her that she had gone up into the attic
to find a white wool shawl in the cedar chest near the east
window.

Less than twenty-four hours later, Miss Polly said to Nancy,
crisply:

"Nancy, you may move Miss Pollyanna's things down-stairs this
morning to the room directly beneath. I have decided to have my
niece sleep there for the present."