I've got a beautiful trunk that the Ladies' Aid gave me.

I haven't got so very much in it--of my own, I mean.

The barrels haven't had many clothes for little girls in them lately; but there were all father's books, and Mrs.White said she thought I ought to have those.

You see, father--" "Pollyanna," interrupted her aunt again, sharply, "there is one thing that might just as well be understood right away at once; and that is, I do not care to have you keep talking of your father to me." The little girl drew in her breath tremulously.
"Why, Aunt Polly, you--you mean--" She hesitated, and her aunt filled the pause.
"We will go up-stairs to your room.

Your trunk is already there, I presume.