I hope for her sake shes quiet and sensible, and dont drop knives nor bang doors, she sighed to Timothy, who had sauntered up to her.
Well, if she aint, nobody knows whatll become of the rest of us, grinned Timothy. Imagine Miss Polly and a NOISY kid! Gorry! there goes the whistle now!
Oh, Timothy, II think it was mean ter send me, chattered the suddenly frightened Nancy, as she turned and hurried to a point where she could best watch the passengers alight at the little station.
It was not long before Nancy saw her-the slender little girl in the red-checked gingham with two fat braids of flaxen hair hanging down her back. Beneath the straw hat, an eager, freckled little face turned to the right and to the left, plainly searching for some one.
Nancy knew the child at once, but not for some time could she control her shaking knees sufficiently to go to her. The little girl was standing quite by herself when Nancy finally did approach her.
Are you Miss-Pollyanna? she faltered. The next moment she found herself half smothered in the clasp of two gingham-clad arms.
Oh, Im so glad, GLAD, GLAD to see you, cried an eager voice in her ear. Of course Im Pollyanna, and Im so glad you came to meet me! I hoped you would.
You-you did? stammered Nancy, vaguely wondering how Pollyanna could possibly have known her-and wanted her. You-you did? she repeated, trying to straighten her hat.
Oh, yes; and Ive been wondering all the way here what you looked like, cried the little girl, dancing on her toes, and sweeping the embarrassed Nancy from head to foot, with her eyes. And now I know, and Im glad you look just like you do look.
Nancy was relieved just then to have Timothy come up. Pollyannas words had been most confusing.
This is Timothy. Maybe you have a trunk, she stammered.
Yes, I have, nodded Pollyanna, importantly. Ive got a brand-new one. The Ladies Aid bought it for me-and wasnt it lovely of them, when they wanted the carpet so? Of course I dont know how much red carpet a trunk could buy, but it ought to buy some, anyhow-much as half an aisle, dont you think? Ive got a little thing here in my bag that Mr. Gray said was a check, and that I must give it to you before I could get my trunk. Mr. Gray is Mrs. Grays husband. Theyre cousins of Deacon Carrs wife. I came East with them, and theyre lovely! And-there, here tis, she finished, producing the check after much fumbling in the bag she carried.
Nancy drew a long breath. Instinctively she felt that some one had to draw one-after that speech. Then she stole a glance at Timothy. Timothys eyes were studiously turned away.
The three were off at last, with Pollyannas trunk in behind, and Pollyanna herself snugly ensconced between Nancy and Timothy. During the whole process of getting started, the little girl had kept up an uninterrupted stream of comments and questions, until the somewhat dazed Nancy found herself quite out of breath trying to keep up with her.
There! Isnt this lovely? Is it far? I hope tis-I love to ride, sighed Pollyanna, as the wheels began to turn. Of course, if tisnt far, I shant mind, though, cause Ill be glad to get there all the sooner, you know. What a pretty street! I knew twas going to be pretty; father told me-
She stopped with a little choking breath. Nancy, looking at her apprehensively, saw that her small chin was quivering, and that her eyes were full of tears. In a moment, however, she hurried on, with a brave lifting of her head.
Father told me all about it. He remembered. And-and I ought to have explained before. Mrs. Gray told me to, at once-about this red gingham dress, you know, and why Im not in black. She said youd think twas queer. But there werent any black things in the last missionary barrel, only a ladys velvet basque which Deacon Carrs wife said wasnt suitable for me at all; besides, it had white spots-worn, you know-on both elbows, and some other places. Part of the Ladies Aid wanted to buy me a black dress and hat, but the other part thought the money ought to go toward the red carpet theyre trying to get-for the church, you know. Mrs. White said maybe it was just as well, anyway, for she didnt like children in black-that is, I mean, she liked the children, of course, but not the black part.
Pollyanna paused for breath, and Nancy managed to stammer:
Well, Im sure it-itll be all right.
Im glad you feel that way. I do, too, nodded Pollyanna, again with that choking little breath. Of course, twould have been a good deal harder to be glad in black-
Glad! gasped Nancy, surprised into an interruption.
Yes-that fathers gone to Heaven to be with mother and the rest of us, you know. He said I must be glad. But its been pretty hard to-to do it, even in red gingham, because II wanted him, so; and I couldnt help feeling I OUGHT to have him, specially as mother and the rest have God and all the angels, while I didnt have anybody but the Ladies Aid. But now Im sure itll be easier because Ive got you, Aunt Polly. Im so glad Ive got you!
Nancys aching sympathy for the poor little forlornness beside her turned suddenly into shocked terror.
Oh, but-but youve made an awful mistake, d-dear, she faltered. Im only Nancy. I aint your Aunt Polly, at all!
You-you ARENT? stammered the little girl, in plain dismay.
No. Im only Nancy. I never thought of your takin me for her. We-we aint a bit alike we aint, we aint!
Timothy chuckled softly; but Nancy was too disturbed to answer the merry flash from his eyes.
But who ARE you? questioned Pollyanna. You dont look a bit like a Ladies Aider!
Timothy laughed outright this time.
Im Nancy, the hired girl. I do all the work except the washin an hard ironin. Mis Durgin does that.
But there IS an Aunt Polly? demanded the child, anxiously.
You bet your life there is, cut in Timothy.
Pollyanna relaxed visibly.
Oh, thats all right, then. There was a moments silence, then she went on brightly: And do you know? Im glad, after all, that she didnt come to meet me; because now Ive got HER still coming, and Ive got you besides.
Nancy flushed. Timothy turned to her with a quizzical smile.
I call that a pretty slick compliment, he said. Why dont you thank the little lady?
II was thinkin about-Miss Polly, faltered Nancy.
Pollyanna sighed contentedly.
I was, too. Im so interested in her. You know shes all the aunt Ive got, and I didnt know I had her for ever so long. Then father told me. He said she lived in a lovely great big house way on top of a hill.
She does. You can see it now, said Nancy.
Its that big white one with the green blinds, way ahead.
Oh, how pretty! and what a lot of trees and grass all around it! I never saw such a lot of green grass, seems so, all at once. Is my Aunt Polly rich, Nancy?
Yes, Miss.
Im so glad. It must be perfectly lovely to have lots of money. I never knew anyone that did have, only the Whites-theyre some rich. They have carpets in every room and ice-cream Sundays. Does Aunt Polly have ice-cream Sundays?
Nancy shook her head. Her lips twitched. She threw a merry look into Timothys eyes.
No, Miss. Your aunt dont like ice-cream, I guess; leastways I never saw it on her table.
Pollyannas face fell.
Oh, doesnt she? Im so sorry! I dont see how she can help liking ice-cream. But-anyhow, I can be kinder glad about that, cause the ice-cream you dont eat cant make your stomach ache like Mrs. Whites did-that is, I ate hers, you know, lots of it. Maybe Aunt Polly has got the carpets, though.
Yes, shes got the carpets.
In every room?
Well, in almost every room, answered Nancy, frowning suddenly at the thought of that bare little attic room where there was no carpet.
Oh, Im so glad, exulted Pollyanna. I love carpets. We didnt have any, only two little rugs that came in a missionary barrel, and one of those had ink spots on it. Mrs. White had pictures, too, perfectly beautiful ones of roses and little girls kneeling and a kitty and some lambs and a lion-not together, you know-the lambs and the lion. Oh, of course the Bible says they will sometime, but they havent yet-that is, I mean Mrs. Whites havent. Dont you just love pictures?
II dont know, answered Nancy in a half-stifled voice.
I do. We didnt have any pictures. They dont come in the barrels much, you know. There did two come once, though. But one was so good father sold it to get money to buy me some shoes with; and the other was so bad it fell to pieces just as soon as we hung it up. Glass-it broke, you know. And I cried. But Im glad now we didnt have any of those nice things, cause I shall like Aunt Pollys all the better-not being used to em, you see. Just as it is when the PRETTY hair-ribbons come in the barrels after a lot of faded-out brown ones. My! but isnt this a perfectly beautiful house? she broke off fervently, as they turned into the wide driveway.
It was when Timothy was unloading the trunk that Nancy found an opportunity to mutter low in his ear:
Dont you never say nothin ter me again about leavin, Timothy Durgin. You couldnt HIRE me ter leave!
Leave! I should say not, grinned the youth.
You couldnt drag me away. Itll be more fun here now, with that kid round, than movin-picture shows, every day!
Fun! fun! repeated Nancy, indignantly, I guess itll be somethin more than fun for that blessed child-when them two tries ter live tergether; and I guess shell be a-needin some rock ter fly to for refuge. Well, Im a-goin ter be that rock, Timothy; I am, I am! she vowed, as she turned and led Pollyanna up the broad steps.
Chapter IV
The little attic room
Miss Polly Harrington did not rise to meet her niece. She looked up from her book, it is true, as Nancy and the little girl appeared in the sitting-room doorway, and she held out a hand with duty written large on every coldly extended finger.
How do you do, Pollyanna? I- She had no chance to say more. Pollyanna, had fairly flown across the room and flung herself into her aunts scandalized, unyielding lap.
Oh, Aunt Polly, Aunt Polly, I dont know how to be glad enough that you let me come to live with you, she was sobbing. You dont know how perfectly lovely it is to have you and Nancy and all this after youve had just the Ladies Aid!
Very likely-though Ive not had the pleasure of the Ladies Aids acquaintance, rejoined Miss Polly, stiffly, trying to unclasp the small, clinging fingers, and turning frowning eyes on Nancy in the doorway. Nancy, that will do. You may go. Pollyanna, be good enough, please, to stand erect in a proper manner. I dont know yet what you look like.
Pollyanna drew back at once, laughing a little hysterically.
No, I suppose you dont; but you see Im not very much to look at, anyway, on account of the freckles. Oh, and I ought to explain about the red gingham and the black velvet basque with white spots on the elbows. I told Nancy how father said-
Yes; well, never mind now what your father said, interrupted Miss Polly, crisply. You had a trunk, I presume?
Oh, yes, indeed, Aunt Polly. Ive got a beautiful trunk that the Ladies Aid gave me. I havent got so very much in it-of my own, I mean. The barrels havent had many clothes for little girls in them lately; but there were all fathers books, and Mrs. White said she thought I ought to have those. You see, father-
Pollyanna, interrupted her aunt again, sharply, there is one thing that might just as well be understood right away at once; and that is, I do not care to have you keep talking of your father to me.
The little girl drew in her breath tremulously.
Why, Aunt Polly, you-you mean- She hesitated, and her aunt filled the pause.
We will go upstairs to your room. Your trunk is already there, I presume. I told Timothy to take it up-if you had one. You may follow me, Pollyanna.
Without speaking, Pollyanna turned and followed her aunt from the room. Her eyes were brimming with tears, but her chin was bravely high.
After all, II reckon Im glad she doesnt want me to talk about father, Pollyanna was thinking. Itll be easier, maybe-if I dont talk about him. Probably, anyhow, that is why she told me not to talk about him. And Pollyanna, convinced anew of her aunts kindness, blinked off the tears and looked eagerly about her.
She was on the stairway now. Just ahead, her aunts black silk skirt rustled luxuriously. Behind her an open door allowed a glimpse of soft-tinted rugs and satin-covered chairs. Beneath her feet a marvellous carpet was like green moss to the tread. On every side the gilt of picture frames or the glint of sunlight through the filmy mesh of lace curtains flashed in her eyes.
Oh, Aunt Polly, Aunt Polly, breathed the little girl, rapturously; what a perfectly lovely, lovely house! How awfully glad you must be youre so rich!
PollyANNA! ejaculated her aunt, turning sharply about as she reached the head of the stairs. Im surprised at you-making a speech like that to me!
Why, Aunt Polly, ARENT you? queried Pollyanna, in frank wonder.
Certainly not, Pollyanna. I hope I could not so far forget myself as to be sinfully proud of any gift the Lord has seen fit to bestow upon me, declared the lady; certainly not, of RICHES!
Miss Polly turned and walked down the hall toward the attic stairway door. She was glad, now, that she had put the child in the attic room. Her idea at first had been to get her niece as far away as possible from herself, and at the same time place her where her childish heedlessness would not destroy valuable furnishings. Now-with this evident strain of vanity showing thus early-it was all the more fortunate that the room planned for her was plain and sensible, thought Miss Polly.
Eagerly Pollyannas small feet pattered behind her aunt. Still more eagerly her big blue eyes tried to look in all directions at once, that no thing of beauty or interest in this wonderful house might be passed unseen. Most eagerly of all her mind turned to the wondrously exciting problem about to be solved: behind which of all these fascinating doors was waiting now her room-the dear, beautiful room full of curtains, rugs, and pictures, that was to be her very own? Then, abruptly, her aunt opened a door and ascended another stairway.
There was little to be seen here. A bare wall rose on either side. At the top of the stairs, wide reaches of shadowy space led to far corners where the roof came almost down to the floor, and where were stacked innumerable trunks and boxes. It was hot and stifling, too. Unconsciously Pollyanna lifted her head higher-it seemed so hard to breathe. Then she saw that her aunt had thrown open a door at the right.
There, Pollyanna, here is your room, and your trunk is here, I see. Have you your key?
Pollyanna nodded dumbly. Her eyes were a little wide and frightened.
Her aunt frowned.
When I ask a question, Pollyanna, I prefer that you should answer aloud not merely with your head.
Yes, Aunt Polly.
Thank you; that is better. I believe you have everything that you need here, she added, glancing at the well-filled towel rack and water pitcher. I will send Nancy up to help you unpack. Supper is at six oclock, she finished, as she left the room and swept downstairs.
For a moment after she had gone Pollyanna stood quite still, looking after her. Then she turned her wide eyes to the bare wall, the bare floor, the bare windows. She turned them last to the little trunk that had stood not so long before in her own little room in the faraway Western home. The next moment she stumbled blindly toward it and fell on her knees at its side, covering her face with her hands.
Nancy found her there when she came up a few minutes later.
There, there, you poor lamb, she crooned, dropping to the floor and drawing the little girl into her arms. I was just a-fearin! Id find you like this, like this.
Pollyanna shook her head.
But Im bad and wicked, Nancy-awful wicked, she sobbed. I just cant make myself understand that God and the angels needed my father more than I did.