A question of duty

           Itwasnearlyseveno’clockwhenPollyannaawokethatfirstdayafterherarrival. Herwindowsfacedthesouthandthewest,soshecouldnotseethesunyet; butshecouldseethehazyblueofthemorningsky,andsheknewthatthedaypromisedtobeafairone. 

           Thelittleroomwascoolernow,andtheairblewinfreshandsweet. Outside,thebirdsweretwitteringjoyously,andPollyannaflewtothewindowtotalktothem. Shesawthenthatdowninthegardenherauntwasalreadyoutamongtherosebushes. Withrapidfingers,therefore,shemadeherselfreadytojoinher. 

           DowntheatticstairsspedPollyanna,leavingbothdoorswideopen. Throughthehall,downthenextflight,thenbangthroughthefrontscreened-doorandaroundtothegarden,sheran. 

           AuntPolly,withthebentoldman,wasleaningoverarose-bushwhenPollyanna,gurglingwithdelight,flungherselfuponher. 

           "Oh,AuntPolly,AuntPolly,IreckonIamgladthismorningjusttobealive!" 

           "PollyANNA!"remonstratedthelady,sternly,pullingherselfaserectasshecouldwithadraggingweightofninetypoundshangingaboutherneck. "Isthistheusualwayyousaygoodmorning?" 

           Thelittlegirldroppedtohertoes,anddancedlightlyupanddown. 

           "No,onlywhenIlovefolkssoIjustcan’thelpit! Isawyoufrommywindow,AuntPolly,andIgottothinkinghowyouWEREN’TaLadies’Aider,andyouweremyreallytrulyaunt; andyoulookedsogoodIjusthadtocomedownandhugyou!"