He was watching Pollyanna's rapt face a little
curiously. Suddenly a new thought came to him. He touched the
bell at his side.
"Nora," he said, when the elderly maid appeared at the door,
"bring me one of the big brass candle-sticks from the mantel in
the front drawing-room."
"Yes, sir," murmured the woman, looking slightly dazed. In a
minute she had returned. A musical tinkling entered the room with
her as she advanced wonderingly toward the bed. It came from the
prism pendants encircling the old-fashioned candelabrum in her
hand.
"Thank you. You may set it here on the stand," directed the man.
"Now get a string and fasten it to the sash-curtain fixtures of
that window there. Take down the sash-curtain, and let the string
reach straight across the window from side to side. That will be
all. Thank you," he said, when she had carried out his
directions.
As she left the room he turned smiling eyes toward the wondering
Pollyanna.
"Bring me the candlestick now, please, Pollyanna."
With both hands she brought it; and in a moment he was slipping
off the pendants, one by one, until they lay, a round dozen of
them, side by side, on the bed.
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