Pollyanna Page #4

How do you do again? Isn't it a lovely day?

I suggest

you find someone of your own age to talk to.

I'd like to, but there aren't any around here.

Don't worry. I like you old people too.

Thank you.

I'm used to the elderly ladies

from the Ladies' Aid.

They kindly looked after me

when Father couldn't cope.

Ah.

Well, that's...

nice.

Mrs White, she was the nicest. She had a bush

in her garden shaped like a peacock.

She fell out with Mrs Rawson,

who said she is a very ordinary woman,

which put the cat among the pigeons.

Mrs Jones had just lost her husband,

so she tended to hit people with her stick

What's your favourite smell?

Goodbye.

NANCY:
He said hello to you?

I had to sort of coax it out of him.

He's a bit like Mrs Snow, only walking.

Mr Pendleton doesn't speak to anyone.

He lives all alone in a great big lovely house,

full of grand things, they say.

Some say he's crazy, or just really cross.

Some say he's got a skeleton in his cupboard.

Oh, how horrible!

He travels all over the world,

and when he comes back he writes odd boks,

and never spends any money,

even though he's so rich

he could eat gold coins from morning till night

if he wanted to.

AUNT POLLY:
Pollyanna?

You're late for your sewing lesson.

In facct, you seem to be completely ignoring

the timetable I set out for you.

That's true, and I'm sorry.

But I promise, I am learning things all the time.

I absolutely promise that.

Did you sit in your room and memorise a poem

before breakfast?

- No.

- Why not?

I...don't have a chair.

Oh, it's such a lovely room!

Thank you!

Lamb's broth.

Oh, I was in the mood for something else.

Calf's foot jelly.

Chicken broth. That's what I'd really like.

Oh, Mrs Snow? I was thinking about

what you can be glad about,

and I thought of something.

You can be happy that other people

aren't like you, sick in bed like this.

I think you should leave.

Now, Aunt, don't be cross.

(Dog whimpers)

No, Pollyanna. We are not taking in a stray dog!

Oh, please! He won't be any trouble.

It's an unnecessary expense.

We could sell the piano. Nobody ever plays it,

exccept that nice blind man

who comes and tests it.

What possible use is a dog?

They make you glad to be alive.

That's got to be good, hasn't it?

Extraordinary child.

What makes you glad, Aunt Polly?

I don't consider it important to be glad.

Oh. Well, I don't see

how you can play the game, then.

What game?

That Father taught me.

Nothing.

Go and wash your hands.

Anyway

thank you for letting me keep the dog.

What?

(Barks)

POLLYANNA:
Here!

Argh!

(C latter)

Hello.

Oh, hello.

Oh!

See that... See that drop arm?

She's pulling to the left.

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