nearly seven o'clock
Fifteen minutes later , in the attic room , a lonely little girl sobbed into the tightly-clutched sheet : `` I know , father-among-the-angels , I 'm not playing the game one bit now -- not one bit ; but I do n't believe even you could find anything to be glad about sleeping all alone ` way off up here in the dark -- like this . If only I was near Nancy or Aunt Polly , or even a Ladies ' Aider , it would be easier ! '' Down-stairs in the kitchen , Nancy , hurrying with her belated work , jabbed her dish-mop into the milk pitcher , and muttered jerkily : `` If playin ' a silly-fool game -- about bein ' glad you 've got crutches when you want dolls -- is got ter be -- my way -- o ' bein ' that rock o ' refuge -- why , I 'm a-goin ' ter play it -- I am , I am ! '' It was nearly seven o'clock when Pollyanna awoke that first day after her arrival . Her windows faced the south and the west , so she could not see the sun yet ; but she could see the hazy blue of the morning sky , and she knew that the day promised to be a fair one . The little room was cooler now , and the air blew in fresh and sweet . Outside , the birds were twittering joyously , and Pollyanna flew to the window to talk to them .