She's sent Timothy down ter Cobb's greenhouse three times for fresh flowers--an' that besides all the posies fetched in ter her, too.

An' the other day, if I didn't find her sittin' 'fore the bed with the nurse actually doin' her hair, an' Miss Pollyanna lookin' on an' bossin' from the bed, her eyes all shinin' an' happy.

An' I declare ter goodness, if Miss Polly hain't wore her hair like that every day now--jest ter please that blessed child!" Old Tom chuckled.
"Well, it strikes me Miss Polly herself ain't lookin' none the worse--for wearin' them 'ere curls 'round her forehead," he observed dryly.
"'Course she ain't," retorted Nancy, indignantly.

"She looks like FOLKS, now.

She's actually almost--" "Keerful, now, Nancy!" interrupted the old man, with a slow grin.