Polly opened her blue eyes one lovely morning in May, and found the "sun fairies"--as she called them--dancing all about her wee bed-chamber, and telling her in their own bright way that it was high time little girls were up and dressing for breakfast. At first she was sure she had been having a beautiful dream, for what else could make her feel so happy and "sort of all-overish," as if something very nice and unusual had come upon her? She was sure she had dreamed that a splendid surprise had happened, and it was something about going away, too!…
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