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The
man
laughed
.
He
was
watching
Pollyanna
's
rapt
face
a
little
curiously
.
Suddenly
a
new
thought
came
to
him
.
He
touched
the
bell
at
his
side
.
"
Nora
,
"
he
said
,
when
the
elderly
maid
appeared
at
the
door
,
"
bring
me
one
of
the
big
brass
candle-sticks
from
the
mantel
in
the
front
drawing-room
.
"
"
Yes
,
sir
,
"
murmured
the
woman
,
looking
slightly
dazed
.
In
a
minute
she
had
returned
.
A
musical
tinkling
entered
the
room
with
her
as
she
advanced
wonderingly
toward
the
bed
.
It
came
from
the
prism
pendants
encircling
the
old-fashioned
candelabrum
in
her
hand
.
"
Thank
you
.
You
may
set
it
here
on
the
stand
,
"
directed
the
man
.
"
Now
get
a
string
and
fasten
it
to
the
sash-curtain
fixtures
of
that
window
there
.
Take
down
the
sash-curtain
,
and
let
the
string
reach
straight
across
the
window
from
side
to
side
.
That
will
be
all
.
Thank
you
,
"
he
said
,
when
she
had
carried
out
his
directions
.
As
she
left
the
room
he
turned
smiling
eyes
toward
the
wondering
Pollyanna
.
"
Bring
me
the
candlestick
now
,
please
,
Pollyanna
.
"
With
both
hands
she
brought
it
;
and
in
a
moment
he
was
slipping
off
the
pendants
,
one
by
one
,
until
they
lay
,
a
round
dozen
of
them
,
side
by
side
,
on
the
bed
.
"
Now
,
my
dear
,
suppose
you
take
them
and
hook
them
to
that
little
string
Nora
fixed
across
the
window
.
If
you
really
WANT
to
live
in
a
rainbow
--
I
do
n't
see
but
we
'll
have
to
have
a
rainbow
for
you
to
live
in
!
"
Pollyanna
had
not
hung
up
three
of
the
pendants
in
the
sunlit
window
before
she
saw
a
little
of
what
was
going
to
happen
.
She
was
so
excited
then
she
could
scarcely
control
her
shaking
fingers
enough
to
hang
up
the
rest
.
But
at
last
her
task
was
finished
,
and
she
stepped
back
with
a
low
cry
of
delight
.
It
had
become
a
fairyland
--
that
sumptuous
,
but
dreary
bedroom
.
Everywhere
were
bits
of
dancing
red
and
green
,
violet
and
orange
,
gold
and
blue
.
The
wall
,
the
floor
,
and
the
furniture
,
even
to
the
bed
itself
,
were
aflame
with
shimmering
bits
of
color
.
"
Oh
,
oh
,
oh
,
how
lovely
!
"
breathed
Pollyanna
;
then
she
laughed
suddenly
.
"
I
just
reckon
the
sun
himself
is
trying
to
play
the
game
now
,
do
n't
you
?
"
she
cried
,
forgetting
for
the
moment
that
Mr.
Pendleton
could
not
know
what
she
was
talking
about
.
"
Oh
,
how
I
wish
I
had
a
lot
of
those
things
!
How
I
would
like
to
give
them
to
Aunt
Polly
and
Mrs.
Snow
and
--
lots
of
folks
.
I
reckon
THEN
they
'd
be
glad
all
right
!
Why
,
I
think
even
Aunt
Polly
'd
get
so
glad
she
could
n't
help
banging
doors
if
she
lived
in
a
rainbow
like
that
.
Do
n't
you
?
"
