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And
you
ca
n't
think
what
a
different
room
it
is
now
,
what
with
the
red
and
blue
and
yellow
worsteds
,
and
the
prisms
in
the
window
that
SHE
gave
her
--
why
,
it
actually
makes
you
feel
BETTER
just
to
go
in
there
now
;
and
before
I
used
to
dread
it
awfully
,
it
was
so
dark
and
gloomy
,
and
mother
was
so
--
so
unhappy
,
you
know
.
"
And
so
we
want
you
to
please
tell
Miss
Pollyanna
that
we
understand
it
's
all
because
of
her
.
And
please
say
we
're
so
glad
we
know
her
,
that
we
thought
,
maybe
if
she
knew
it
,
it
would
make
her
a
little
glad
that
she
knew
us
.
And
--
and
that
's
all
,
"
sighed
Milly
,
rising
hurriedly
to
her
feet
.
"
You
'll
tell
her
?
"
"
Why
,
of
course
,
"
murmured
Miss
Polly
,
wondering
just
how
much
of
this
remarkable
discourse
she
could
remember
to
tell
.
These
visits
of
John
Pendleton
and
Milly
Snow
were
only
the
first
of
many
;
and
always
there
were
the
messages
--
the
messages
which
were
in
some
ways
so
curious
that
they
caused
Miss
Polly
more
and
more
to
puzzle
over
them
.
One
day
there
was
the
little
Widow
Benton
.
Miss
Polly
knew
her
well
,
though
they
had
never
called
upon
each
other
.
By
reputation
she
knew
her
as
the
saddest
little
woman
in
town
--
one
who
was
always
in
black
.
To-day
,
however
,
Mrs.
Benton
wore
a
knot
of
pale
blue
at
the
throat
,
though
there
were
tears
in
her
eyes
.
She
spoke
of
her
grief
and
horror
at
the
accident
;
then
she
asked
diffidently
if
she
might
see
Pollyanna
.
Miss
Polly
shook
her
head
.
"
I
am
sorry
,
but
she
sees
no
one
yet
.
A
little
later
--
perhaps
.
"
Mrs.
Benton
wiped
her
eyes
,
rose
,
and
turned
to
go
.
But
after
she
had
almost
reached
the
hall
door
she
came
back
hurriedly
.
"
Miss
Harrington
,
perhaps
,
you
'd
give
her
--
a
message
,
"
she
stammered
.
