Her face was very red.
"That will do, Pollyanna," she said stiffly.
"You have said quite enough, I'm sure." The next minute she had
swept down the stairs--and not until she reached the first floor
did it suddenly occur to her that she had gone up into the attic
to find a white wool shawl in the cedar chest near the east
window.
Less than twenty-four hours later, Miss Polly said to Nancy,
crisply:
"Nancy, you may move Miss Pollyanna's things down-stairs this
morning to the room directly beneath. I have decided to have my
niece sleep there for the present."
"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.
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