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Pollyanna is a best-selling novel by Eleanor H. Porter that is now considered a classic of children’s literature. It tells a fascinating story of 11-year-old orphan girl who faces every challenge of life by playing the “Glad Game” that she has learnt from her father. The story begins when Pollyanna, after the death of her parents, is sent by the charitable organisation, Ladies Aid, to live with her mother’s real sister and her only relative, Aunt Polly.
Aunt Polly is a wealthy and stern lady who lives all by herself with just a nanny, Nancy and a gardener, Tom. Initially, she is not very happy with the news that Pollyanna would be staying with her. But then she thinks that it is her “duty” to help her dead sister’s child, and she is determined to always do her “duty”. She has never met Pollyanna and is therefore not in the least bit prepared for this child who is unlike any child before or since. Pollyanna, on the other hand, is glad to stay with Aunt Polly as she is the only person she has as her family …
Pollyanna is an inspiring and delightful classic story for people of all ages. It teaches a reader to look at life in a positive way, and never give up. Pollyanna has been adapted for film several times. The best known is Disney’s 1960 version starring child actress Hayley Mills, who won a special Oscar for the role.
Chapter 1 MISS POLLY /1
Chapter 2 OLD TOM AND NANCY /6
Chapter 3 THE COMING OF POLLYANNA /10
Chapter 4 THE LITTLE ATTIC ROOM /19
Chapter 5 THE GAME /27
Chapter 6 A QUESTION OF DUTY /32
Chapter 7 POLLYANNA AND PUNISHMENTS /40
Chapter 8 POLLYANNA PAYS A VISIT /46
Chapter 9 WHICH TELLS OF THE MAN /56
Chapter 10 A SURPRISE FOR MRS. SNOW /60
Chapter 11 INTRODUCING JIMMY /69
Chapter 12 BEFORE THE LADIES’ AID /79
Chapter 13 IN PENDLETON WOODS /83
Chapter 14 JUST A MATTER OF JELLY /90
Chapter 15 DR. CHILTON /96
Chapter 16 A RED ROSE AND A LACE SHAWL /105
Chapter 17 “JUST LIKE A BOOK” /113
Chapter 18 PRISMS /119
Chapter 19 WHICH IS SOMEWHAT SURPRISING /124
Chapter 20 WHICH IS MORE SURPRISING /128
Chapter 21 A QUESTION ANSWERED /134
Chapter 22 SERMONS AND WOODBOXES /141
Chapter 23 AN ACCIDENT /149
Chapter 24 JOHN PENDLETON /155
Chapter 25 A WAITING GAME /162
Chapter 26 A DOOR AJAR /168
Chapter 27 TWO VISITS /172
Chapter 28 THE GAME AND ITS PLAYERS /179
Chapter 29 THROUGH AN OPEN WINDOW /190
Chapter 30 JIMMY TAKES THE HELM /195
Chapter 31 A NEW UNCLE /198
Chapter 32 WHICH IS A LETTER FROM POLLYANNA /200
MISS POLLY
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.
“When you’ve finished your morning work, Nancy,” Miss Polly was saying now, “you may clear the little room at the head of the stairs in the attic, and make up the cot bed. Sweep the room and clean it, of course, after you clear out the trunks and boxes.”
“Yes, ma’am. And where shall I put the things, please, that I take out?”
“In the front attic.” Miss Polly hesitated, then went on: “I suppose I may as well tell you now, Nancy. My niece, Miss Pollyanna Whittier, is coming to live with me. She is eleven years old, and will sleep in that room.”
“A little girl — coming here, Miss Harrington? Oh, won’t that be nice!” cried Nancy, thinking of the sunshine her own little sisters made in the home at “The Corners.”
“Nice? Well, that isn’t exactly the word I should use,” rejoined Miss Polly, stiffly. “However, I intend to make the best of it, of course. I am a good woman, I hope; and I know my duty.”
Nancy colored hotly.
“Of course, ma’am; it was only that I thought a little girl here might — might brighten things up for you,” she faltered.
“Thank you,” rejoined the lady, dryly. “I can’t say, however, that I see any immediate need for that.”
“But, of course, you — you’d want her, your sister’s child,” ventured Nancy, vaguely feeling that somehow she must prepare a welcome for this lonely little stranger.
Miss Polly lifted her chin haughtily.
“Well, really, Nancy, just because I happened to have a sister who was silly enough to marry and bring unnecessary children into a world that was already quite full enough, I can’t see how I should particularly want to have the care of them myself. However, as I said before, I hope I know my duty. See that you clean the corners, Nancy,” she finished sharply, as she left the room.
“Yes, ma’am,” sighed Nancy, picking up the half-dried pitcher — now so cold it must be rinsed again.
In her own room, Miss Polly took out once more the letter which she had received two days before from the far-away Western town, and which had been so unpleasant a surprise to her. The letter was addressed to Miss Polly Harrington, Beldingsville, Vermont; and it read as follows:
“Dear Madam: — I regret to inform you that the Rev. John Whittier died two weeks ago, leaving one child, a girl eleven years old. He left practically nothing else save a few books; for, as you doubtless know, he was the pastor of this small mission church, and had a very meagre salary.
“I believe he was your deceased sister’s husband, but he gave me to understand the families were not on the best of terms. He thought, however, that for your sister’s sake you might wish to take the child and bring her up among her own people in the East. Hence I am writing to you.
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