"It's an awful big house. Maybe,
though," she added a little anxiously, as they hurried on, "maybe
you'll have to sleep in the attic room. I did, at first. But
there's screens there now, so 'twon't be so hot, and the flies
can't get in, either, to bring in the germ-things on their feet.
Did you know about that? It's perfectly lovely! Maybe she'll let
you read the book if you're good--I mean, if you're bad. And
you've got freckles, too,"--with a critical glance--"so you'll be
glad there isn't any looking-glass; and the outdoor picture is
nicer than any wall-one could be, so you won't mind sleeping in
that room at all, I'm sure," panted Pollyanna, finding suddenly
that she needed the rest of her breath for purposes other than
talking.
"Gorry!" exclaimed Jimmy Bean tersely and uncomprehendingly, but
admiringly. Then he added: "I shouldn't think anybody who could
talk like that, runnin', would need ter ask no questions ter fill
up time with!"
Pollyanna laughed.
"Well, anyhow, you can be glad of that," she retorted; "for when
I'm talking, YOU don't have to!"
When the house was reached, Pollyanna unhesitatingly piloted her
companion straight into the presence of her amazed aunt.
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