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Nancy
stared
.
"
Why
,
of
--
course
,
"
she
answered
a
little
uncertainly
.
Nancy
's
capable
hands
made
short
work
of
unpacking
the
books
,
the
patched
undergarments
,
and
the
few
pitifully
unattractive
dresses
.
Pollyanna
,
smiling
bravely
now
,
flew
about
,
hanging
the
dresses
in
the
closet
,
stacking
the
books
on
the
table
,
and
putting
away
the
undergarments
in
the
bureau
drawers
.
"
I
'm
sure
it
--
it
's
going
to
be
a
very
nice
room
.
Do
n't
you
think
so
?
"
she
stammered
,
after
a
while
.
There
was
no
answer
.
Nancy
was
very
busy
,
apparently
,
with
her
head
in
the
trunk
.
Pollyanna
,
standing
at
the
bureau
,
gazed
a
little
wistfully
at
the
bare
wall
above
.
"
And
I
can
be
glad
there
is
n't
any
looking-glass
here
,
too
,
'
cause
where
there
IS
N'T
any
glass
I
ca
n't
see
my
freckles
.
"
Nancy
made
a
sudden
queer
little
sound
with
her
mouth
--
but
when
Pollyanna
turned
,
her
head
was
in
the
trunk
again
.
At
one
of
the
windows
,
a
few
minutes
later
,
Pollyanna
gave
a
glad
cry
and
clapped
her
hands
joyously
.
"
Oh
,
Nancy
,
I
had
n't
seen
this
before
,
"
she
breathed
.
"
Look
--
'
way
off
there
,
with
those
trees
and
the
houses
and
that
lovely
church
spire
,
and
the
river
shining
just
like
silver
.
Why
,
Nancy
,
there
does
n't
anybody
need
any
pictures
with
that
to
look
at
.
Oh
,
I
'm
so
glad
now
she
let
me
have
this
room
!
"
To
Pollyanna
's
surprise
and
dismay
,
Nancy
burst
into
tears
.
Pollyanna
hurriedly
crossed
to
her
side
.
"
Why
,
Nancy
,
Nancy
--
what
is
it
?
"
she
cried
;
then
,
fearfully
:
"
This
was
n't
--
YOUR
room
,
was
it
?
"
"
My
room
!
"
stormed
Nancy
,
hotly
,
choking
back
the
tears
.
"
If
you
ai
n't
a
little
angel
straight
from
Heaven
,
and
if
some
folks
do
n't
eat
dirt
before
--
Oh
,
land
!
there
's
her
bell
!
"
After
which
amazing
speech
,
Nancy
sprang
to
her
feet
,
dashed
out
of
the
room
,
and
went
clattering
down
the
stairs
.
Left
alone
,
Pollyanna
went
back
to
her
"
picture
,
"
as
she
mentally
designated
the
beautiful
view
from
the
window
.
After
a
time
she
touched
the
sash
tentatively
.
It
seemed
as
if
no
longer
could
she
endure
the
stifling
heat
.
To
her
joy
the
sash
moved
under
her
fingers
.
The
next
moment
the
window
was
wide
open
,
and
Pollyanna
was
leaning
far
out
,
drinking
in
the
fresh
,
sweet
air
.
