tailieunhanh - 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. | POLLyANNA By Eleanor H. Porter 2 TO My Cousin Belle Pollyanna CHAPTER I. 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 actu-ally 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 Free eBooks at Planet