Miss Polly frowned.
"That will do for this morning, Pollyanna," she said tersely.

And the sewing lesson was over.
It was that afternoon that Pollyanna, coming down from her attic room, met her aunt on the stairway.
"Why, Aunt Polly, how perfectly lovely!" she cried.

"You were coming up to see me! Come right in.

I love company," she finished, scampering up the stairs and throwing her door wide open.
Now Miss Polly had not been intending to call on her niece.

She had been planning to look for a certain white wool shawl in the cedar chest near the east window.