"Yes, ma'am," said Nancy aloud.

"O glory!" said Nancy to herself.

To Pollyanna, a minute later, she cried joyously:

"And won't ye jest be listenin' ter this, Miss Pollyanna. You're
ter sleep down-stairs in the room straight under this. You
are--you are!"

Pollyanna actually grew white.

"You mean--why, Nancy, not really--really and truly?"

"I guess you'll think it's really and truly," prophesied Nancy,
exultingly, nodding her head to Pollyanna over the armful of
dresses she had taken from the closet. "I'm told ter take down
yer things, and I'm goin' ter take 'em, too, 'fore she gets a
chance ter change her mind."

Pollyanna did not stop to hear the end of this sentence. At the
imminent risk of being dashed headlong, she was flying
down-stairs, two steps at a time.

Bang went two doors and a chair before Pollyanna at last reached
her goal--Aunt Polly.

"Oh, Aunt Polly, Aunt Polly, did you mean it, really? Why, that
room's got EVERYTHING--the carpet and curtains and three
pictures, besides the one outdoors, too, 'cause the windows look