To her helpless amazement she found herself in the low chair before the dressing table, with her hair already tumbling about her ears under ten eager, but very gentle fingers.
"Oh, my! what pretty hair you've got," prattled Pollyanna; "and there's so much more of it than Mrs.Snow has, too! But, of course, you need more, anyhow, because you're well and can go to places where folks can see it.

My! I reckon folks'll be glad when they do see it--and surprised, too, 'cause you've hid it so long.

Why, Aunt Polly, I'll make you so pretty everybody'll just love to look at you!" "Pollyanna!" gasped a stifled but shocked voice from a veil of hair.
"I--I'm sure I don't know why I'm letting you do this silly thing." "Why, Aunt Polly, I should think you'd be glad to have folks like to look at you! Don't you like to look at pretty things?
I'm ever so much happier when I look at pretty folks, 'cause when I look at the other kind I'm so sorry for them." "But--but--" "And I just love to do folks' hair," purred Pollyanna, contentedly.

"I did quite a lot of the Ladies' Aiders'-- but there wasn't any of them so nice as yours.

Mrs.White's was pretty nice, though, and she looked just lovely one day when I dressed her up in--Oh, Aunt Polly, I've just happened to think of something! But it's a secret, and I sha'n't tell.
Now your hair is almost done, and pretty quick I'm going to leave you just a minute; and you must promise--promise--PROMISE not to stir nor peek, even, till I come back.