* * *
She was on the stairway now.
“Oh, Aunt Polly, Aunt Polly,” breathed the little girl; “what a perfectly lovely, lovely house! How awfully glad you must be you're so rich!”
“Pollyanna!” ejaculated her aunt. “I'm surprised at you – making a speech like that to me!”
“Why, Aunt Polly, AREN'T you?” asked Pollyanna, in wonder.
