"Now, my dear, suppose you take them and hook them to that little
string Nora fixed across the window. If you really WANT to live
in a rainbow--I don't see but we'll have to have a rainbow for
you to live in!"
Pollyanna had not hung up three of the pendants in the sunlit
window before she saw a little of what was going to happen. She
was so excited then she could scarcely control her shaking
fingers enough to hang up the rest. But at last her task was
finished, and she stepped back with a low cry of delight.
It had become a fairyland--that sumptuous, but dreary bedroom.
Everywhere were bits of dancing red and green, violet and orange,
gold and blue. The wall, the floor, and the furniture, even to
the bed itself, were aflame with shimmering bits of color.
"Oh, oh, oh, how lovely!" breathed Pollyanna; then she laughed
suddenly. "I just reckon the sun himself is trying to play the
game now, don't you?" she cried, forgetting for the moment that
Mr. Pendleton could not know what she was talking about.
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