But to her unbounded surprise now, she found herself, not in the main attic before the cedar chest, but in Pollyanna's little room sitting in one of the straight-backed chairs--so many, many times since Pollyanna came, Miss Polly had found herself like this, doing some utterly unexpected, surprising thing, quite unlike the thing she had set out to do! "I love company," said Pollyanna, again, flitting about as if she were dispensing the hospitality of a palace; "specially since I've had this room, all mine, you know.

Oh, of course, I had a room, always, but 'twas a hired room, and hired rooms aren't half as nice as owned ones, are they?
And of course I do own this one, don't I ?" "Why, y-yes, Pollyanna," murmured Miss Polly, vaguely wondering why she did not get up at once and go to look for that shawl.
"And of course NOW I just love this room, even if it hasn't got the carpets and curtains and pictures that I'd been want--" With a painful blush Pollyanna stopped short.

She was plunging into an entirely different sentence when her aunt interrupted her sharply.
"What's that, Pollyanna ?" "N-nothing, Aunt Polly, truly.

I didn't mean to say it." "Probably not," returned Miss Polly, coldly; "but you did say it, so suppose we have the rest of it." "But it wasn't anything only that I'd been kind of planning on pretty carpets and lace curtains and things, you know.

But, of course--" "PLANNING on them!" interrupted Miss Polly, sharply.
Pollyanna blushed still more painfully.
"I ought not to have, of course, Aunt Polly," she apologized.