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PRISMS.
As the warm August days passed, Pollyanna went very frequently to the great house on Pendleton Hill.

She did not feel, however, that her visits were really a success.

Not but that the man seemed to want her there--he sent for her, indeed, frequently; but that when she was there, he seemed scarcely any the happier for her presence--at least, so Pollyanna thought.
He talked to her, it was true, and he showed her many strange and beautiful things--books, pictures, and curios.

But he still fretted audibly over his own helplessness, and he chafed visibly under the rules and "regulatings" of the unwelcome members of his household.