Pollyanna laughed again, but she sighed, too; and in the gathering twilight her face looked thin and wistful.
Why, we began it on some crutches that came in a missionary barrel.
CRUTCHES!
Yes. You see Id wanted a doll, and father had written them so; but when the barrel came the lady wrote that there hadnt any dolls come in, but the little crutches had. So she sent em along as they might come in handy[36] for some child, sometime. And thats when we began it.
Well, I must say I cant see any game about that, about that, declared Nancy, almost irritably.
Oh, yes; the game was to just find something about everything to be glad about[37] no matter what twas, rejoined Pollyanna, earnestly. And we began right then on the crutches.
Well, goodness me! I cant see anythin ter be glad about gettin a pair of crutches when you wanted a doll!
Pollyanna clapped her hands.
There is there is, she crowed. But I couldnt see it, either, Nancy, at first, she added, with quick honesty.
Father had to tell it to me.
Well, then, suppose YOU tell ME, almost snapped Nancy.
Goosey! Why, just be glad because you dont NEED em! exulted Pollyanna, triumphantly. You see its just as easy when you know how!
Well, of all the queer doins! breathed Nancy, regarding Pollyanna with almost fearful eyes.
Oh, but it isnt queer its lovely, maintained Pollyanna enthusiastically. And weve played it ever since. And the harder tis, the more fun tis to get em out; only only sometimes its almost too hard like when your father goes to Heaven, and there isnt anybody but a Ladies Aid left.
Yes, or when youre put in a snippy little room way at the top of the house with nothin in it, growled Nancy.
Pollyanna sighed.
That was a hard one, at first, she admitted, specially when I was so kind of lonesome. I just didnt feel like playing the game, anyway, and I HAD been wanting pretty things, so! Then I happened to think how I hated to see my freckles in the looking-glass, and I saw that lovely picture out the window, too; so then I knew Id found the things to be glad about. You see, when youre hunting for the glad things, you sort of forget the other kind like the doll you wanted, you know.
Humph! choked Nancy, trying to swallow the lump in her throat.
Most generally it doesnt take so long, sighed Pollyanna; and lots of times now I just think of them WITHOUT thinking, you know. Ive got so used to playing it. Its a lovely game. F-father and I used to like it so much, she faltered. I suppose, though, it itll be a little harder now, as long as I havent anybody to play it with. Maybe Aunt Polly will play it, though, she added, as an after-thought.
My stars and stockings! HER! breathed Nancy, behind her teeth. Then, aloud, she said doggedly: See here, Miss Pollyanna, I aint sayin that Ill play it very well, and I aint sayin that I know how, anyway; but Ill play it with ye, after a fashion I just will, I will!
Oh, Nancy! exulted Pollyanna, giving her a rapturous hug. Thatll be splendid! Wont we have fun?
Er maybe, conceded Nancy, in open doubt. But you mustnt count too much on me, ye know. I never was no case fur games, but Im a-goin ter make a most awful old try on this one[38]. Youre goin ter have some one ter play it with, anyhow, she finished, as they entered the kitchen together.
Pollyanna ate her bread and milk with good appetite; then, at Nancys suggestion, she went into the sitting room, where her aunt sat reading. Miss Polly looked up coldly.
Have you had your supper, Pollyanna?
Yes, Aunt Polly.
Im very sorry, Pollyanna, to have been obliged so soon to send you into the kitchen to eat bread and milk.
But I was real glad you did it, Aunt Polly. I like bread and milk, and Nancy, too. You mustnt feel bad about that one bit.
Aunt Polly sat suddenly a little more erect in her chair.
Pollyanna, its quite time you were in bed. You have had a hard day, and to-morrow we must plan your hours and go over your clothing to see what it is necessary to get for you. Nancy will give you a candle. Be careful how you handle it. Breakfast will be at half-past seven. See that you are down to that.[39] Good-night.
Quite as a matter of course, Pollyanna came straight to her aunts side and gave her an affectionate hug.
Ive had such a beautiful time, so far, she sighed happily. I know Im going to just love living with you but then, I knew I should before I came. Good-night, she called cheerfully, as she ran from the room.
Well, upon my soul! ejaculated Miss Polly, half aloud. What a most extraordinary child! Then she frowned. Shes glad I punished her, and I mustnt feel bad one bit, and shes going to love to live with me! Well, upon my soul! ejaculated Miss Polly again, as she took up her book.
Fifteen minutes later, in the attic room, a lonely little girl sobbed into the tightly-clutched sheet:
I know, father-among-the-angels, Im not playing the game one bit now not one bit; but I dont believe even you could find anything to be glad about sleeping all alone way off up here in the dark like this. If only I was near Nancy or Aunt Polly, or even a Ladies Aider, it would be easier!
Down-stairs in the kitchen, Nancy, hurrying with her belated work, jabbed her dish-mop into the milk pitcher, and muttered jerkily:
If playin a silly-fool game about bein glad youve got crutches when you want dolls is got ter be my way o bein that rock o refuge why, Im a-goin ter play it I am, I am!
Chapter VI
A Question of Duty
It was nearly seven oclock when Pollyanna awoke that first day after her arrival. Her windows faced the south and the west, so she could not see the sun yet; but she could see the hazy blue of the morning sky, and she knew that the day promised to be a fair one.
The little room was cooler now, and the air blew in fresh and sweet. Outside, the birds were twittering joyously, and Pollyanna flew to the window to talk to them. She saw then that down in the garden her aunt was already out among the rose-bushes. With rapid fingers, therefore, she made herself ready to join her.
Down the attic stairs sped Pollyanna, leaving both doors wide open. Through the hall, down the next flight, then bang through the front screened-door and around to the garden, she ran.
Aunt Polly, with the bent old man, was leaning over a rose-bush when Pollyanna, gurgling with delight, flung herself upon her.
Oh, Aunt Polly, Aunt Polly, I reckon I am glad this morning just to be alive!
PollyANNA! remonstrated the lady, sternly, pulling herself as erect as she could with a dragging weight of ninety pounds hanging about her neck. Is this the usual way you say good morning?
The little girl dropped to her toes, and danced lightly up and down.
No, only when I love folks so I just cant help it! I saw you from my window, Aunt Polly, and I got to thinking how you WERENt a Ladies Aider, and you were my really truly aunt; and you looked so good I just had to come down and hug you!
The bent old man turned his back suddenly. Miss Polly attempted a frown with not her usual success.
Pollyanna, you Thomas, that will do for this morning. I think you understand about those rose-bushes, she said stiffly. Then she turned and walked rapidly away.
Do you always work in the garden, Mr. Man? asked Pollyanna, interestedly.
The man turned. His lips were twitching, but his eyes looked blurred as if with tears.
Yes, Miss. Im Old Tom, the gardener, he answered. Timidly, but as if impelled by an irresistible force, he reached out a shaking hand and let it rest for a moment on her bright hair. You are so like your mother, little Miss! I used ter know her when she was even littler than you be. You see, I used ter work in the garden then.
Yes, Miss. Im Old Tom, the gardener, he answered. Timidly, but as if impelled by an irresistible force, he reached out a shaking hand and let it rest for a moment on her bright hair. You are so like your mother, little Miss! I used ter know her when she was even littler than you be. You see, I used ter work in the garden then.
Pollyanna caught her breath audibly.
You did? And you knew my mother, really when she was just a little earth angel, and not a Heaven one? Oh, please tell me about her! And down plumped Pollyanna in the middle of the dirt path by the old mans side.
A bell sounded from the house. The next moment Nancy was seen flying out the back door.
Miss Pollyanna, that bell means breakfast morn-ins, she panted, pulling the little girl to her feet and hurrying her back to the house; and other times it means other meals. But it always means that youre ter run like time when ye hear it[40], no matter where ye be. If ye dont well, itll take somethin smartern we be ter find ANYTHIN ter be glad about in that! she finished, shooing Pollyanna into the house as she would shoo an unruly chicken into a coop.
Breakfast, for the first five minutes, was a silent meal; then Miss Polly, her disapproving eyes following the airy wings of two flies darting here and there over the table, said sternly:
Nancy, where did those flies come from?
I dont know, maam. There wasnt one in the kitchen. Nancy had been too excited to notice Pollyannas up-flung windows the afternoon before.
I reckon maybe theyre my flies, Aunt Polly, observed Pollyanna, amiably. There were lots of them this morning having a beautiful time up-stairs.
Nancy left the room precipitately, though to do so she had to carry out the hot muffins she had just brought in.
Yours! gasped Miss Polly. What do you mean? Where did they come from?
Why, Aunt Polly, they came from out of doors of course, through the windows. I SAW some of them come in.
You saw them! You mean you raised those windows without any screens?
Why, yes. There werent any screens there, Aunt Polly.
Nancy, at this moment, came in again with the muffins. Her face was grave, but very red.
Nancy, directed her mistress, sharply, you may set the muffins down and go at once to Miss Pollyannas room and shut the windows. Shut the doors, also. Later, when your morning work is done, go through every room with the spatter. See that you make a thorough search.
To her niece she said:
Pollyanna, I have ordered screens for those windows. I knew, of course, that it was my duty to do that. But it seems to me that you have quite forgotten YOUR duty.