She
had been planning to look for a certain white wool shawl in the
cedar chest near the east window. But to her unbounded surprise
now, she found herself, not in the main attic before the cedar
chest, but in Pollyanna's little room sitting in one of the
straight-backed chairs--so many, many times since Pollyanna came,
Miss Polly had found herself like this, doing some utterly
unexpected, surprising thing, quite unlike the thing she had set
out to do!
"I love company," said Pollyanna, again, flitting about as if she
were dispensing the hospitality of a palace; "specially since
I've had this room, all mine, you know. Oh, of course, I had a
room, always, but 'twas a hired room, and hired rooms aren't half
as nice as owned ones, are they? And of course I do own this one,
don't I?"
"Why, y-yes, Pollyanna," murmured Miss Polly, vaguely wondering
why she did not get up at once and go to look for that shawl.
"And of course NOW I just love this room, even if it hasn't got
the carpets and curtains and pictures that I'd been want--" With
a painful blush Pollyanna stopped short.
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