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"
'
Light
hair
,
red-checked
gingham
dress
,
and
straw
hat
'
--
all
she
knows
,
indeed
!
Well
,
I
'd
be
ashamed
ter
own
it
up
,
that
I
would
,
I
would
--
and
her
my
onliest
niece
what
was
a-comin
'
from
'
way
across
the
continent
!
"
Promptly
at
twenty
minutes
to
four
the
next
afternoon
Timothy
and
Nancy
drove
off
in
the
open
buggy
to
meet
the
expected
guest
.
Timothy
was
Old
Tom
's
son
.
It
was
sometimes
said
in
the
town
that
if
Old
Tom
was
Miss
Polly
's
right-hand
man
,
Timothy
was
her
left
.
Timothy
was
a
good-natured
youth
,
and
a
good-looking
one
,
as
well
.
Short
as
had
been
Nancy
's
stay
at
the
house
,
the
two
were
already
good
friends
.
To-day
,
however
,
Nancy
was
too
full
of
her
mission
to
be
her
usual
talkative
self
;
and
almost
in
silence
she
took
the
drive
to
the
station
and
alighted
to
wait
for
the
train
.
Over
and
over
in
her
mind
she
was
saying
it
"
light
hair
,
red-checked
dress
,
straw
hat
.
"
Over
and
over
again
she
was
wondering
just
what
sort
of
child
this
Pollyanna
was
,
anyway
.
"
I
hope
for
her
sake
she
's
quiet
and
sensible
,
and
do
n't
drop
knives
nor
bang
doors
,
"
she
sighed
to
Timothy
,
who
had
sauntered
up
to
her
.
"
Well
,
if
she
ai
n't
,
nobody
knows
what
'll
become
of
the
rest
of
us
,
"
grinned
Timothy
.
"
Imagine
Miss
Polly
and
a
NOISY
kid
!
Gorry
!
there
goes
the
whistle
now
!
"
"
Oh
,
Timothy
,
I
--
I
think
it
was
mean
ter
send
me
,
"
chattered
the
suddenly
frightened
Nancy
,
as
she
turned
and
hurried
to
a
point
where
she
could
best
watch
the
passengers
alight
at
the
little
station
.
It
was
not
long
before
Nancy
saw
her
--
the
slender
little
girl
in
the
red-checked
gingham
with
two
fat
braids
of
flaxen
hair
hanging
down
her
back
.
Beneath
the
straw
hat
,
an
eager
,
freckled
little
face
turned
to
the
right
and
to
the
left
,
plainly
searching
for
some
one
.
Nancy
knew
the
child
at
once
,
but
not
for
some
time
could
she
control
her
shaking
knees
sufficiently
to
go
to
her
.
The
little
girl
was
standing
quite
by
herself
when
Nancy
finally
did
approach
her
.
"
Are
you
Miss
--
Pollyanna
?
"
she
faltered
.
The
next
moment
she
found
herself
half
smothered
in
the
clasp
of
two
gingham-clad
arms
.
