"And now you
know why I said the sun was trying to play it--that game."
For a moment there was silence. Then a low voice from the bed
said unsteadily:
"Perhaps; but I'm thinking that the very finest prism of them all
is yourself, Pollyanna."
"Oh, but I don't show beautiful red and green and purple when the
sun shines through me, Mr. Pendleton!"
"Don't you?" smiled the man. And Pollyanna, looking into his
face, wondered why there were tears in his eyes.
"No," she said. Then, after a minute she added mournfully: "I'm
afraid, Mr. Pendleton, the sun doesn't make anything but freckles
out of me. Aunt Polly says it DOES make them!"
The man laughed a little; and again Pollyanna looked at him: the
laugh had sounded almost like a sob.
CHAPTER XIX. WHICH IS SOMEWHAT SURPRISING
Pollyanna entered school in September. Preliminary examinations
showed that she was well advanced for a girl of her years, and
she was soon a happy member of a class of girls and boys her own
age.
School, in some ways, was a surprise to Pollyanna; and Pollyanna,
certainly, in many ways, was very much of a surprise to school.
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