She stopped short in awed delight.
"Why, Mr. Pendleton, it's a baby rainbow--a real rainbow come in
to pay you a visit!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together
softly. "Oh--oh--oh, how pretty it is! But how DID it get in?"
she cried.
The man laughed a little grimly: John Pendleton was particularly
out of sorts with the world this morning.
"Well, I suppose it 'got in' through the bevelled edge of that
glass thermometer in the window," he said wearily. "The sun
shouldn't strike it at all but it does in the morning."
"Oh, but it's so pretty, Mr. Pendleton! And does just the sun do
that? My! if it was mine I'd have it hang in the sun all day
long!"
"Lots of good you'd get out of the thermometer, then," laughed
the man. "How do you suppose you could tell how hot it was, or
how cold it was, if the thermometer hung in the sun all day?"
"I shouldn't care," breathed Pollyanna, her fascinated eyes on
the brilliant band of colors across the pillow. "Just as if
anybody'd care when they were living all the time in a rainbow!"
The man laughed.
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