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"
Why
,
no
,
of
course
not
,
"
agreed
Pollyanna
,
sympathetically
.
"
But
wait
--
just
let
me
show
you
,
"
she
exclaimed
,
skipping
over
to
the
bureau
and
picking
up
a
small
hand-glass
.
On
the
way
back
to
the
bed
she
stopped
,
eyeing
the
sick
woman
with
a
critical
gaze
.
"
I
reckon
maybe
,
if
you
do
n't
mind
,
I
'd
like
to
fix
your
hair
just
a
little
before
I
let
you
see
it
,
"
she
proposed
.
"
May
I
fix
your
hair
,
please
?
"
"
Why
,
I
--
suppose
so
,
if
you
want
to
,
"
permitted
Mrs.
Snow
,
grudgingly
;
"
but
'
two
n't
stay
,
you
know
.
"
"
Oh
,
thank
you
.
I
love
to
fix
people
's
hair
,
"
exulted
Pollyanna
,
carefully
laying
down
the
hand-glass
and
reaching
for
a
comb
.
"
I
sha
'n'
t
do
much
to-day
,
of
course
--
I
'm
in
such
a
hurry
for
you
to
see
how
pretty
you
are
;
but
some
day
I
'm
going
to
take
it
all
down
and
have
a
perfectly
lovely
time
with
it
,
"
she
cried
,
touching
with
soft
fingers
the
waving
hair
above
the
sick
woman
's
forehead
.
For
five
minutes
Pollyanna
worked
swiftly
,
deftly
,
combing
a
refractory
curl
into
fluffiness
,
perking
up
a
drooping
ruffle
at
the
neck
,
or
shaking
a
pillow
into
plumpness
so
that
the
head
might
have
a
better
pose
.
Meanwhile
the
sick
woman
,
frowning
prodigiously
,
and
openly
scoffing
at
the
whole
procedure
,
was
,
in
spite
of
herself
,
beginning
to
tingle
with
a
feeling
perilously
near
to
excitement
.
"
There
!
"
panted
Pollyanna
,
hastily
plucking
a
pink
from
a
vase
near
by
and
tucking
it
into
the
dark
hair
where
it
would
give
the
best
effect
.
"
Now
I
reckon
we
're
ready
to
be
looked
at
!
"
And
she
held
out
the
mirror
in
triumph
.
"
Humph
!
"
grunted
the
sick
woman
,
eyeing
her
reflection
severely
.
"
I
like
red
pinks
better
than
pink
ones
;
but
then
,
it
'll
fade
,
anyhow
,
before
night
,
so
what
's
the
difference
!
"
"
But
I
should
think
you
'd
be
glad
they
did
fade
,
"
laughed
Pollyanna
,
"
'
cause
then
you
can
have
the
fun
of
getting
some
more
.
I
just
love
your
hair
fluffed
out
like
that
,
"
she
finished
with
a
satisfied
gaze
.
"
Do
n't
you
?
"
"
Hm-m
;
maybe
.
Still
--
'
two
n't
last
,
with
me
tossing
back
and
forth
on
the
pillow
as
I
do
.
"
