"I suppose I ought to be glad I've got legs to hurry with, hadn't I, Mrs.Snow ?" There was no answer.

Mrs.Snow's eyes were closed.

But Milly, whose eyes were wide open with surprise, saw that there were tears on the wasted cheeks.
"Good-by," flung Pollyanna over her shoulder, as she reached the door.
"I'm awfully sorry about the hair--I wanted to do it.

But maybe I can next time!" One by one the July days passed.

To Pollyanna, they were happy days, indeed.