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There
was
no
reply
.
Miss
Polly
was
stalking
on
ahead
.
Miss
Polly
,
to
tell
the
truth
,
was
feeling
curiously
helpless
.
For
the
third
time
since
Pollyanna
's
arrival
,
Miss
Polly
was
punishing
Pollyanna
--
and
for
the
third
time
she
was
being
confronted
with
the
amazing
fact
that
her
punishment
was
being
taken
as
a
special
reward
of
merit
.
No
wonder
Miss
Polly
was
feeling
curiously
helpless
.
It
was
not
long
before
life
at
the
Harrington
homestead
settled
into
something
like
order
--
though
not
exactly
the
order
that
Miss
Polly
had
at
first
prescribed
.
Pollyanna
sewed
,
practised
,
read
aloud
,
and
studied
cooking
in
the
kitchen
,
it
is
true
;
but
she
did
not
give
to
any
of
these
things
quite
so
much
time
as
had
first
been
planned
.
She
had
more
time
,
also
,
to
"
just
live
,
"
as
she
expressed
it
,
for
almost
all
of
every
afternoon
from
two
until
six
o'clock
was
hers
to
do
with
as
she
liked
--
provided
she
did
not
"
like
"
to
do
certain
things
already
prohibited
by
Aunt
Polly
.
It
is
a
question
,
perhaps
,
whether
all
this
leisure
time
was
given
to
the
child
as
a
relief
to
Pollyanna
from
work
--
or
as
a
relief
to
Aunt
Polly
from
Pollyanna
.
Certainly
,
as
those
first
July
days
passed
,
Miss
Polly
found
occasion
many
times
to
ejaculate
"
What
an
extraordinary
child
!
"
and
certainly
the
reading
and
sewing
lessons
found
her
at
their
conclusion
each
day
somewhat
dazed
and
wholly
exhausted
.
Nancy
,
in
the
kitchen
,
fared
better
.
She
was
not
dazed
nor
exhausted
.
Wednesdays
and
Saturdays
came
to
be
,
indeed
,
red-letter
days
to
her
.
There
were
no
children
in
the
immediate
neighborhood
of
the
Harrington
homestead
for
Pollyanna
to
play
with
.
The
house
itself
was
on
the
outskirts
of
the
village
,
and
though
there
were
other
houses
not
far
away
,
they
did
not
chance
to
contain
any
boys
or
girls
near
Pollyanna
's
age
.
This
,
however
,
did
not
seem
to
disturb
Pollyanna
in
the
least
.
"
Oh
,
no
,
I
do
n't
mind
it
at
all
,
"
she
explained
to
Nancy
.
"
I
'm
happy
just
to
walk
around
and
see
the
streets
and
the
houses
and
watch
the
people
.
I
just
love
people
.
Do
n't
you
,
Nancy
?
"
"
Well
,
I
ca
n't
say
I
do
--
all
of
'
em
,
"
retorted
Nancy
,
tersely
.
Almost
every
pleasant
afternoon
found
Pollyanna
begging
for
"
an
errand
to
run
,
"
so
that
she
might
be
off
for
a
walk
in
one
direction
or
another
;
and
it
was
on
these
walks
that
frequently
she
met
the
Man
.
To
herself
Pollyanna
always
called
him
"
the
Man
,
"
no
matter
if
she
met
a
dozen
other
men
the
same
day
.
The
Man
often
wore
a
long
black
coat
and
a
high
silk
hat
--
two
things
that
the
"
just
men
"
never
wore
.
His
face
was
clean
shaven
and
rather
pale
,
and
his
hair
,
showing
below
his
hat
,
was
somewhat
gray
.
He
walked
erect
,
and
rather
rapidly
,
and
he
was
always
alone
,
which
made
Pollyanna
vaguely
sorry
for
him
.
Perhaps
it
was
because
of
this
that
she
one
day
spoke
to
him
.
"
How
do
you
do
,
sir
?
Is
n't
this
a
nice
day
?
"
she
called
cheerily
,
as
she
approached
him
.
