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Pollyanna
Miss
Polly
Harrington
entered
her
kitchen
a
little
hurriedly
this
June
morning
.
Miss
Polly
did
not
usually
make
hurried
movements
;
she
specially
prided
herself
on
her
repose
of
manner
.
But
to-day
she
was
hurrying
--
actually
hurrying
.
Nancy
,
washing
dishes
at
the
sink
,
looked
up
in
surprise
.
Nancy
had
been
working
in
Miss
Polly
's
kitchen
only
two
months
,
but
already
she
knew
that
her
mistress
did
not
usually
hurry
.
"
Nancy
!
"
"
Yes
,
ma'am
.
"
Nancy
answered
cheerfully
,
but
she
still
continued
wiping
the
pitcher
in
her
hand
.
"
Nancy
,
"
--
Miss
Polly
's
voice
was
very
stern
now
--
"
when
I
'm
talking
to
you
,
I
wish
you
to
stop
your
work
and
listen
to
what
I
have
to
say
.
"
Nancy
flushed
miserably
.
She
set
the
pitcher
down
at
once
,
with
the
cloth
still
about
it
,
thereby
nearly
tipping
it
over
--
which
did
not
add
to
her
composure
.
"
Yes
,
ma'am
;
I
will
,
ma'am
,
"
she
stammered
,
righting
the
pitcher
,
and
turning
hastily
.
"
I
was
only
keepin
'
on
with
my
work
'
cause
you
specially
told
me
this
mornin
'
ter
hurry
with
my
dishes
,
ye
know
.
"
Her
mistress
frowned
.
"
That
will
do
,
Nancy
.
I
did
not
ask
for
explanations
.
I
asked
for
your
attention
.
"
"
Yes
,
ma'am
.
"
Nancy
stifled
a
sigh
.
She
was
wondering
if
ever
in
any
way
she
could
please
this
woman
.
Nancy
had
never
"
worked
out
"
before
;
but
a
sick
mother
suddenly
widowed
and
left
with
three
younger
children
besides
Nancy
herself
,
had
forced
the
girl
into
doing
something
toward
their
support
,
and
she
had
been
so
pleased
when
she
found
a
place
in
the
kitchen
of
the
great
house
on
the
hill
--
Nancy
had
come
from
"
The
Corners
,
"
six
miles
away
,
and
she
knew
Miss
Polly
Harrington
only
as
the
mistress
of
the
old
Harrington
homestead
,
and
one
of
the
wealthiest
residents
of
the
town
.
That
was
two
months
before
.
She
knew
Miss
Polly
now
as
a
stern
,
severe-faced
woman
who
frowned
if
a
knife
clattered
to
the
floor
,
or
if
a
door
banged
--
but
who
never
thought
to
smile
even
when
knives
and
doors
were
still
.
