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Pollyanna and punishments
Howdeliciouslycoolitwas! Pollyannaquitedancedupanddownwithdelight,drawinginlong,fullbreathsoftherefreshingair. ThetinroofunderherfeetcrackledwithlittleresoundingsnapsthatPollyannaratherliked. Shewalked,indeed,twoorthreetimesbackandforthfromendtoend—itgavehersuchapleasantsensationofairyspaceafterherhotlittleroom; andtheroofwassobroadandflatthatshehadnofearoffallingoff. Finally,withasighofcontent,shecurledherselfuponthesealskin-coatmattress,arrangedonebagforapillowandtheotherforacovering,andsettledherselftosleep.
"I’msogladnowthatthescreensdidn’tcome,"shemurmured,blinkingupatthestars; "elseIcouldn’thavehadthis!"
Down-stairsinMissPolly’sroomnextthesunparlor,MissPollyherselfwashurryingintodressinggownandslippers,herfacewhiteandfrightened. AminutebeforeshehadbeentelephoninginashakingvoicetoTimothy:
"Comeupquick! —youandyourfather. Bringlanterns. Somebodyisontheroofofthesunparlor. Hemusthaveclimbeduptherose-trellisorsomewhere,andofcoursehecangetrightintothehousethroughtheeastwindowintheattic. Ihavelockedtheatticdoordownhere—buthurry,quick!"
