My! I reckon folks'll be glad when
they do see it--and surprised, too, 'cause you've hid it so long.
Why, Aunt Polly, I'll make you so pretty everybody'll just love
to look at you!"
"Pollyanna!" gasped a stifled but shocked voice from a veil of
hair. "I--I'm sure I don't know why I'm letting you do this silly
thing."
"Why, Aunt Polly, I should think you'd be glad to have folks like
to look at you! Don't you like to look at pretty things? I'm ever
so much happier when I look at pretty folks, 'cause when I look
at the other kind I'm so sorry for them."
"But--but--"
"And I just love to do folks' hair," purred Pollyanna,
contentedly. "I did quite a lot of the Ladies' Aiders'--but there
wasn't any of them so nice as yours. Mrs. White's was pretty
nice, though, and she looked just lovely one day when I dressed
her up in--Oh, Aunt Polly, I've just happened to think of
something! But it's a secret, and I sha'n't tell. Now your hair
is almost done, and pretty quick I'm going to leave you just a
minute; and you must promise--promise--PROMISE not to stir nor
peek, even, till I come back.
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