"It'll be just lovely for you to play--it'll be so hard.

And there's so much more fun when it is hard! You see, it's like this." And she began to tell of the missionary barrel, the crutches, and the doll that did not come.
The story was just finished when Milly appeared at the door.
"Your aunt is wanting you, Miss Pollyanna," she said with dreary listlessness.

"She telephoned down to the Harlows' across the way.

She says you're to hurry--that you've got some practising to make up before dark." Pollyanna rose reluctantly.
"All right," she sighed.

"I'll hurry." Suddenly she laughed.