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The little attic room
"Why,Nancy,Nancy—whatisit?"shecried; then,fearfully:"Thiswasn’t—YOURroom,wasit?" "Myroom!"stormedNancy,hotly,chokingbackthetears. "Ifyouain’talittleangelstraightfromHeaven,andifsomefolksdon’teatdirtbefore—Oh,land! there’sherbell!" Afterwhichamazingspeech,Nancysprangtoherfeet,dashedoutoftheroom,andwentclatteringdownthestairs.
Leftalone,Pollyannawentbacktoher"picture,"asshementallydesignatedthebeautifulviewfromthewindow. Afteratimeshetouchedthesashtentatively. Itseemedasifnolongercouldsheendurethestiflingheat. Toherjoythesashmovedunderherfingers. Thenextmomentthewindowwaswideopen,andPollyannawasleaningfarout,drinkinginthefresh,sweetair.
Sheranthentotheotherwindow. That,too,soonflewupunderhereagerhands. Abigflysweptpasthernose,andbuzzednoisilyabouttheroom. Thenanothercame,andanother; butPollyannapaidnoheed. Pollyannahadmadeawonderfuldiscovery—againstthiswindowahugetreeflunggreatbranches. ToPollyannatheylookedlikearmsoutstretched,invitingher. Suddenlyshelaughedaloud.
"IbelieveIcandoit,"shechuckled. Thenextmomentshehadclimbednimblytothewindowledge. Fromthereitwasaneasymattertosteptothenearesttree-branch. Then,clinginglikeamonkey,sheswungherselffromlimbtolimbuntilthelowestbranchwasreached. Thedroptothegroundwas—evenforPollyanna,whowasusedtoclimbingtrees—alittlefearsome. Shetookit,however,withbatedbreath,swingingfromherstronglittlearms,andlandingonallfoursinthesoftgrass. Thenshepickedherselfupandlookedeagerlyabouther.
