Then she picked herself up and looked eagerly about her.
She was at the back of the house.

Before her lay a garden in which a bent old man was working.

Beyond the garden a little path through an open field led up a steep hill, at the top of which a lone pine tree stood on guard beside the huge rock.

To Pollyanna, at the moment, there seemed to be just one place in the world worth being in--the top of that big rock.
With a run and a skilful turn, Pollyanna skipped by the bent old man, threaded her way between the orderly rows of green growing things, and--a little out of breath--reached the path that ran through the open field.

Then, determinedly, she began to climb.