"If you ain't a little angel straight from Heaven, and if some folks don't eat dirt before--Oh, land! there's her bell!" After which amazing speech, Nancy sprang to her feet, dashed out of the room, and went clattering down the stairs.
Left alone, Pollyanna went back to her "picture," as she mentally designated the beautiful view from the window.

After a time she touched the sash tentatively.

It seemed as if no longer could she endure the stifling heat.

To her joy the sash moved under her fingers.

The next moment the window was wide open, and Pollyanna was leaning far out, drinking in the fresh, sweet air.
She ran then to the other window.