Pollyanna Page #7

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bazaar youve ever seen.

We sure are.

- A bazaar?

- to raise money for a new orphanage.

It's the first time folks have stood

together against Polly Harrington.

Did you know there's

going to be a bazaar?

Yes!

With corn on the cob and ice cream and

everything! Can kids come, George?

Well, of course they-

George?

Now, where'd you get

that name?

Oh, stop.

She's known it all along.

And you didn't

tell your aunt?

Well, what did you think

I was, a snitch-baby?

- Youre a good girl.

- When's it gonna be?

Sunday night, a week.

Let me tell you about it.

What a night.

An extravaganza.

And I'm in charge of

all the entertainment.

Picture it, ladies.

Darkness.

And out of the night, 50 bicycles

appear moving down the square.

And hanging from

their handlebars,

200- 200 gorgeous

Japanese lanterns.

Hey, Pollyanna.

Wait for me.

Where are you going?

There's a big bazaar,

and I'm helping.

Hey, wait a minute!

What's it for?

It's an extravaganza.

Picture it.

Darkness.

Fifty bicycles.

Two hundred gorgeous

Japanese lanterns swinging.

And I'll be on the lead bicycle,

riding right out in front.

Oh, boy!

Can I help?

All right.

Come on.

- Where you going now?

- Mr. Pendergast's.

Youre going back?

Youre nutty.

What are you doing

back here?

Oh, just came

to say hello.

Tell you something

about your prisms.

Well, what about them?

Well, aren't you going

to invite me in?

Invite you in?

No more privacy than a goldfish.

All right, come in.

But you can't stay long!

Can he come in too?

- Can who come in?

- Jimmy Bean.

Come on!

Don't be a scare-baby.

Oh, come on!

Dont touch anything.

Well, why didn't you just invite

the whole town while you were at it?

Oh, I just wanted to show Jimmy

the rainbow on your wall.

- Do you mind?

- Huh!

All right.

Go ahead! Go ahead!

Kids. Drive ya crazy.

It's getting so a man can't

call his home his own anymore.

And where do you think

it comes from?

Through this little

piece of glass.

- Explain it to him, Mr. Pendergast.

- I've got work to do.

Dont you know anything

about refracted light there, boy?

It's the sunlight

coming through-

I'll do the explaining if you

dont mind, little Miss Know-It-All.

Now, boy,

you see here the-

Dont they ever cut your hair

in that darned orphanage?

I like it

the way it is.

Look at you. So much hair, you look

like youre wearing a coonskin cap.

- Lemme go, will ya?

- Anyway,

about the refracted light.

Oh, yes.

Now, pay attention, boy.

You see the shape of this crystal?

That is a prism.

The light is tripped

by that angle.

That refracts the

ray, splits the colors,

defuses them at an oblique angle...

and bends it out into

a dispersed color band.

You understand?

What he means is...

the sun comes through here

and paints a rainbow. You see?

Oh, I understand.

Can I try it once?

Please?

Go ahead.

But dont break anything.

Do you know Mrs. Snow?

Well, I've just come

from her place,

and we strung a whole bunch

of them up across her window.

You should see

what that does.

- Let's try it.

- All right.

Oh, no!

I've got work to do.

If we had some wire

or a piece of thread,

we could string 'em up

across the whole window.

Oh, we could,

could we?

Do you kids think I've got nothing

better to do than to play silly games?

Well, dont stand there

looking at me like that.

There's string in that box over there.

Go and get it.

Oh, dear, dear, dear.

Oh, my goodness!

- Look.

- Yeah.

Look.

See over here?

- Look on that door.

- It's on the door. Can you see?

Look.

Oh, it's gorgeous!

The most beautiful room

in the entire world.

It's not bad, is it?

It's not bad at all.

That dining room

looks awfully gloomy.

Why dont we do

the same thing in there?

- Oh, boy, let's go!

- No.

What do you mean, ''no''?

I thought you enjoyed it.

Well, it's what I came

to see you about, Mr. Pendergast.

You see, they're having

a big bazaar in town,

and they're trying to raise enough

money to build a new orphanage.

- I like the old one.

- Be still.

Anyway, they need help, and everyone's

supposed to bring somebody else.

And I want to bring you.

What for?

They're having all kinds

of stands to sell things:

hooked rugs, quilts

and crocheted tablecloths.

And we could have a stand

and sell these- rainbow makers!

I'll bet everyone

would buy one.

I never go into town, and I dont

believe in community projects.

But they need you!

They need me?

Of course they are sort of attractive

little things, aren't they?

I just wonder if folks

would buy a thing like this.

I wonder.

Now, I'm not trying to sell you

the brass, but it is durable.

Well, the silver's pretty, and I think

youre right about the brass.

Oh, I dont know.

I just can't make up my mind.

Of course the effect of silver

is always in good taste.

Hello, Mrs. Snow.

Well, where hare you

been, you naughty girl?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I've been helping for the bazaar.

- Hello, Mr. Murg.

- How do you do?

What have you got there?

Dont bring those dirty rags in here!

- Get them off my bed!

- Oh, they aren't dirty rags.

They're patchwork squares.

Mrs. Gaupherson made them.

I thought, perhaps, youd like

to stitch them together...

to make a patchwork quilt

for the bazaar.

- What an impertinent child!

- Listen!

You just take them

right out of here!

I'm not going to do

anything of the sort!

But everyone's helping: Mr. Neely,

the Julians, and even old Mrs. Thurm.

Oh, she wants me to work

in my condition.

Dont bother

Mrs. Snow, girl.

She's a very sick woman.

I thought it might give you something

to do instead of just lying around.

I mean, the bazaar's

for an awfully good cause.

Well, it's a waste of time.

Nobody'll come to

it. You wait and see.

- That's right.

- Why not?

Because of your aunt.

That's why not.

Well, I dont

understand.

Well, we do.

Dont we, Mr. Murg?

- Indeed we do.

- Mm-hmm. Good. Well.

Now, about this

white satin.

I think it's lovely.

This is my first choice.

- And I think the best one.

- Yes.

It'll look lovely

against the brass handles.

Are you having

a dress made?

Don't be impertinent.

I'm picking the lining

for my coffin.

That's right.

But youre not

gonna die!

Does she have

to be here?

Go on into the kitchen

and talk to Mildred.

Now- Now, this satin

is lovely.

Well, it's all

settled then.

Thirteen yards

of the white satin...

at $ 1.20 the yard.

And the brass

coffin handles.

Well, all right.

All right.

Write it up.

Stop frowning

at me like that.

What's the matter

with you?

Well, it's just that-

Well, a person shouldnt

think about dying so much.

- I dont want you to die.

- Oh, bless you for that.

Seems everyone else

can't wait.

I'm not supposed to talk

about my father at home,

but I guess

it's all right here.

My father used to say,

''A person should

think about living.''

Why dont you go

outside and play?

Hush up. I want to hear

what she has to say.

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