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Pollyanna, by Eleanor H. Porter
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POLLYANNA
By ELEANOR H. PORTER
Author of "Miss Billy," "Miss Billy's Decision," "Cross Currents,"
"The Turn of the Tides," etc.

TO My Cousin Belle

CONTENTS
CHAPTER I.
MISS POLLY II. OLD TOM AND NANCY III. THE COMING OF
POLLYANNA IV. THE LITTLE ATTIC ROOM V. THE GAME VI.
A QUESTION OF DUTY VII. POLLYANNA AND PUNISHMENTS
VIII. POLLYANNA PAYS A VISIT IX. WHICH TELLS OF THE
MAN X. A SURPRISE FOR MRS. SNOW XI. INTRODUCING
JIMMY XII. BEFORE THE LADIES' AID XIII. IN PENDLETON
WOODS XIV. JUST A MATTER OF JELLY XV. DR. CHILTON
XVI. A RED ROSE AND A LACE: SHAWL XVII. "JUST LIKE A
BOOK" XVIII. PRISMS XIX. WHICH IS SOMEWHAT
SURPRISING XX. WHICH IS MORE SURPRISING XXI. A
QUESTION ANSWERED XXII. SERMONS AND WOODBOXES
XXIII. AN ACCIDENT XXIV. JOHN PENDLETON XXV. A
WAITING GAME XXVI. A DOOR AJAR XXVII. TWO VISITS
XXVIII. THE GAME AND ITS PLAYERS XXIX. THROUGH AN
OPEN WINDOW XXX. JIMMY TAKES THE HELM XXXI. A NEW
UNCLE XXXII. WHICH IS A LETTER FROM POLLYANNA

POLLYANNA
CHAPTER I.
MISS POLLY
Miss Polly Harrington entered her kitchen a little hurriedly this June
morning. Miss Polly did not usually make hurried movements; she
specially prided herself on her repose of manner. But to-day she was
hurrying--actually hurrying.
Nancy, washing dishes at the sink, looked up in surprise. Nancy had

been working in Miss Polly's kitchen only two months, but already she
knew that her mistress did not usually hurry.
"Nancy!"
"Yes, ma'am." Nancy answered cheerfully, but she still continued
wiping the pitcher in her hand.
"Nancy,"--Miss Polly's voice was very stern now--"when I'm talking to
you, I wish you to stop your work and listen to what I have to say."
Nancy flushed miserably. She set the pitcher down at once, with the
cloth still about it, thereby nearly tipping it over--which did not add to
her composure.
"Yes, ma'am; I will, ma'am," she stammered, righting the pitcher, and
turning hastily. "I was only keepin' on with my work 'cause you
specially told me this mornin' ter hurry with my dishes, ye know."
Her mistress frowned.
"That will do, Nancy. I did not ask for explanations. I asked for your
attention."
"Yes, ma'am." Nancy stifled a sigh. She was wondering if ever in any
way she could please this woman. Nancy had never "worked out"
before; but a sick mother suddenly widowed and left with three
younger children besides Nancy herself, had forced the girl into doing
something toward their support, and she had been so pleased when she
found a place in the kitchen of the great house on the hill--Nancy had
come from "The Corners," six miles away, and she knew Miss Polly
Harrington only as the mistress of the old Harrington homestead, and
one of the wealthiest residents of the town. That was two months
before. She knew Miss Polly now as a stern, severe-faced woman who
frowned if a knife clattered to the floor, or if a door banged--but who
never thought to smile even when knives and doors were still.
"When you've finished your morning work, Nancy," Miss Polly was

saying now, "you may clear the little room at the head of the stairs in
the attic, and make up the cot bed. Sweep the room and clean it, of
course, after you clear out the trunks and boxes."
"Yes, ma'am. And where shall I put the things, please, that I take out?"
"In the front attic." Miss Polly hesitated, then went on: "I suppose I
may as well tell you now, Nancy. My niece, Miss Pollyanna Whittier,
is coming to live with me. She