But it
always means that you're ter run like time when ye hear it, no
matter where ye be. If ye don't--well, it'll take somethin'
smarter'n we be ter find ANYTHIN' ter be glad about in that!" she
finished, shooing Pollyanna into the house as she would shoo an
unruly chicken into a coop.
Breakfast, for the first five minutes, was a silent meal; then
Miss Polly, her disapproving eyes following the airy wings of two
flies darting here and there over the table, said sternly:
"Nancy, where did those flies come from?"
"I don't know, ma'am. There wasn't one in the kitchen." Nancy had
been too excited to notice Pollyanna's up-flung windows the
afternoon before.
"I reckon maybe they're my flies, Aunt Polly," observed
Pollyanna, amiably. "There were lots of them this morning having
a beautiful time upstairs."
Nancy left the room precipitately, though to do so she had to
carry out the hot muffins she had just brought in.
"Yours!" gasped Miss Polly. "What do you mean? Where did they
come from?"
"Why, Aunt Polly, they came from out of doors of course, through
the windows.
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