I have locked the attic door down here--but hurry, quick!" Some time later, Pollyanna, just dropping off to sleep, was startled by a lantern flash, and a trio of amazed ejaculations.

She opened her eyes to find Timothy at the top of a ladder near her, Old Tom just getting through the window, and her aunt peering out at her from behind him.
"Pollyanna, what does this mean ?" cried Aunt Polly then.
Pollyanna blinked sleepy eyes and sat up.
"Why, Mr.Tom--Aunt Polly!" she stammered.

"Don't look so scared! It isn't that I've got the consumption, you know, like Joel Hartley.

It's only that I was so hot--in there.

But I shut the window, Aunt Polly, so the flies couldn't carry those germ-things in." Timothy disappeared suddenly down the ladder.