THE COMING OF POLLYANNA
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. "It's 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."
"I'm so glad. It must be perfectly lovely to have lots of money. I never knew any one that did have, only the Whites—they're 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 Timothy's eyes.
"No, Miss. Your aunt don't like ice-cream, I guess; leastways I never saw it on her table."
Pollyanna's face fell.
"Oh, doesn't she? I'm so sorry! I don't see how she can help liking ice-cream. But—anyhow, I can be kinder glad about that, 'cause the ice-cream you don't eat can't make your stomach ache like Mrs. White's did—that is, I ate hers, you know, lots of it. Maybe Aunt Polly has got the carpets, though."
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