She's sent Timothy down ter Cobb's greenhouse three times for
fresh flowers--an' that besides all the posies fetched in ter
her, too. An' the other day, if I didn't find her sittin' 'fore
the bed with the nurse actually doin' her hair, an' Miss
Pollyanna lookin' on an' bossin' from the bed, her eyes all
shinin' an' happy. An' I declare ter goodness, if Miss Polly
hain't wore her hair like that every day now--jest ter please
that blessed child!"
Old Tom chuckled.
"Well, it strikes me Miss Polly herself ain't lookin' none the
worse--for wearin' them 'ere curls 'round her forehead," he
observed dryly.
" 'Course she ain't," retorted Nancy, indignantly. "She looks
like FOLKS, now. She's actually almost--"
"Keerful, now, Nancy!" interrupted the old man, with a slow grin.
"You know what you said when I told ye she was handsome once."
Nancy shrugged her shoulders.
"Oh, she ain't handsome, of course; but I will own up she don't
look like the same woman, what with the ribbons an' lace jiggers
Miss Pollyanna makes her wear 'round her neck.
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