Pollyanna

-How do you do? I'm from Miss Polly Harrington, and I'd like to see Mrs. Snow, please. -Good luck. No. Over there in the bed.

Door closes

-Hello. My name's... -Aah! Oh! -I'm sorry. It's a little dark. -

Sighs

I'm not well. I'll have it how I like. -My name's Pollyanna. My Aunt Polly says she hopes you're comfortable this week. She sent you some calf's-foot jelly, which is supposed to be good for sick people. I don't know why. -Jelly?

Clicks tongue, sighs

I'd rather have lamb broth, but never mind. -Yes, they said you're the kind of person who always wants something they're not given. -What did you say? -I'm sorry you're not well. -

Sighs

Do you know how many winks of sleep I got last night? -Three? -None. I didn't sleep a wink. -You are so lucky. -What? -I always think we lose so much time sleeping when we might be doing things. -Open the curtains. I want to see you. -Oh, dear. Now you can see my freckles. I love your black hair. I would have been so glad to have had black hair. -You wouldn't be glad of anything if you had to lie in bed all day like I do. -Well, there's always something to be glad about. -Really? What should I be glad about? -Uh... This will be a hard one. -Hm! -Um... I have to go now. May I think about that and tell you next week? I've had such a lovely time.

Door opens

-She let you open the curtain? -Well, why not, Milly? I don't have to stay in the dark just because I'm poorly, do I?