the same way. Oh, Aunt Polly!"

"Very well, Pollyanna. I am gratified that you like the change,
of course; but if you think so much of all those things, I trust
you will take proper care of them; that's all. Pollyanna, please
pick up that chair; and you have banged two doors in the last
half-minute." Miss Polly spoke sternly, all the more sternly
because, for some inexplicable reason, she felt inclined to
cry--and Miss Polly was not used to feeling inclined to cry.

Pollyanna picked up the chair.

"Yes'm; I know I banged 'em--those doors," she admitted
cheerfully. "You see I'd just found out about the room, and I
reckon you'd have banged doors if--" Pollyanna stopped short and
eyed her aunt with new interest. "Aunt Polly, DID you ever bang
doors?"

"I hope--not, Pollyanna!" Miss Polly's voice was properly
shocked.

"Why, Aunt Polly, what a shame!" Pollyanna's face expressed only
concerned sympathy.

"A shame!" repeated Aunt Polly, too dazed to say more.

"Why, yes. You see, if you'd felt like banging doors you'd have
banged 'em, of course; and if you didn't, that must have meant
that you weren't ever glad over anything--or you would have
banged 'em. You couldn't have helped it. And I'm so sorry you