CHAPTER X. A SURPRISE FOR MRS. SNOW
The next time Pollyanna went to see Mrs. Snow, she found that lady, as at first, in a darkened room.
‘It’s the little girl from Miss Polly’s, mother,’ announced Milly, in a tired manner; then Pollyanna found herself alone with the invalid.
‘Oh, it’s you, is it?’ asked a fretful voice from the bed. ‘I remember you. ANYbody’d remember you, I guess, if they saw you once. I wish you had come yesterday. I WANTED you yesterday.’
‘Did you? Well, I’m glad ‘tisn’t any farther away from yesterday than to-day is, then,’ laughed Pollyanna, advancing cheerily into the room, and setting her basket carefully down on a chair. ‘My! but aren’t you dark here, though? I can’t see you a bit,’ she cried, unhesitatingly crossing to the window and pulling up the shade. ‘I w
