"I'm told ter take down
yer things, and I'm goin' ter take 'em, too, 'fore she gets a
chance ter change her mind."
Pollyanna did not stop to hear the end of this sentence. At the
imminent risk of being dashed headlong, she was flying
down-stairs, two steps at a time.
Bang went two doors and a chair before Pollyanna at last reached
her goal--Aunt Polly.
"Oh, Aunt Polly, Aunt Polly, did you mean it, really? Why, that
room's got EVERYTHING--the carpet and curtains and three
pictures, besides the one outdoors, too, 'cause the windows look
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.
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