Pollyanna Grows Up

I sha'n't keep her!"

a dent in the gloom!

cross with you

she retorted sharply, nettled in her turn

frightened remonstrance in the girl's eyes.

wing-trimmed hat

And Pollyanna, her eyes blinded with sudden hot tears, was silenced.

For the car itself, and for the hand at the wheel, this part of the trip was a most wearing one; but for the merry passengers, who had no responsibility concerning hidden holes and muddy curves, it was nothing but a delight growing more poignant with every new vista through the green arches, and with every echoing laugh that dodged the low-hanging branches.

sententiously

blithely