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Pollyanna

Pollyanna

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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


POLLYANNA

CHAPTER I.   MISS POLLY

CHAPTER II.   OLD TOM AND NANCY

CHAPTER III.   THE COMING OF POLLYANNA

CHAPTER IV.   THE LITTLE ATTIC ROOM

CHAPTER V.   THE GAME

CHAPTER VI.   A QUESTION OF DUTY

CHAPTER VII.   POLLYANNA AND PUNISHMENTS

CHAPTER VIII.   POLLYANNA PAYS A VISIT

CHAPTER IX.   WHICH TELLS OF THE MAN

CHAPTER X.   A SURPRISE FOR MRS. SNOW

CHAPTER XI.   INTRODUCING JIMMY

CHAPTER XII.   BEFORE THE LADIES' AID

CHAPTER XIII.   IN PENDLETON WOODS

CHAPTER XIV.   JUST A MATTER OF JELLY

CHAPTER XV.   DR. CHILTON

CHAPTER XVI.   A RED ROSE AND A LACE SHAWL

CHAPTER XVII.   "JUST LIKE A BOOK"

CHAPTER XVIII.   PRISMS

CHAPTER XIX.   WHICH IS SOMEWHAT SURPRISING

CHAPTER XX.   WHICH IS MORE SURPRISING

CHAPTER XXI.   A QUESTION ANSWERED

CHAPTER XXII.   SERMONS AND WOODBOXES

CHAPTER XXIII.   AN ACCIDENT

CHAPTER XXIV.   JOHN PENDLETON

CHAPTER XXV.   A WAITING GAME

CHAPTER XXVI.   A DOOR AJAR

CHAPTER XXVII.   TWO VISITS

CHAPTER XXVIII.     THE GAME AND ITS PLAYERS

CHAPTER XXIX.   THROUGH AN OPEN WINDOW

CHAPTER XXX.   JIMMY TAKES THE HELM

CHAPTER XXXI.   A NEW UNCLE

CHAPTER 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.

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