Pollyanna & Pollyanna Grows Up (Musaicum Children's Classics). Eleanor H. Porter

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      Eleanor H. Porter

      Pollyanna & Pollyanna Grows Up (Musaicum Children's Classics)

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      Table of Contents

       Pollyanna

       Pollyanna Grows Up

      Pollyanna

       (Eleanor H. Porter)

       Table of Contents

       1. Miss Polly

       2. Old Tom and Nancy

       3. The Coming of Pollyanna

       4. The Little Attic Room

       5. The Game

       6. A Question of Duty

       7. Pollyanna and Punishments

       8. Pollyanna Pays a Visit

       9. Which Tells of the Man

       10. A Surprise for Mrs. Snow

       11. Introducing Jimmy

       12. Before the Ladies’ Aid

       13. In Pendleton Woods

       14. Just a Matter of Jelly

       15. Dr. Chilton

       16. A Red Rose and a Lace Shawl

       17. “Just Like a Book”

       18. Prisms

       19. Which Is Somewhat Surprising

       20. Which Is More Surprising

       21. A Question Answered

       22. Sermons and Woodboxes

       23. An Accident

       24. John Pendleton

       25. A Waiting Game

       26. A Door Ajar

       27. Two Visits

       28. The Game and Its Players

       29. Through an Open Window

       30. Jimmy Takes the Helm

       31. A New Uncle

       32. Which Is a Letter From Pollyanna

      Chapter I.

       Miss Polly

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      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