Pollyanna (ESL/EFL Version with Audio)

By Qiliang Feng and Eleanor H. Porter

This is Book 4, Collection II, of the Million-Word Reading Project (MWRP) readers. It is suitable for learners with a basic vocabulary of 1,500 words.
Million-Word Reading Project (MWRP) is a reading project for ESL/EFL learners at the elementary level (with a basic vocabulary of 1,500 words). In two years, for about fifteen minutes each day, an ESL/EFL learner can read one million words, and reach the upper-intermediate level, gaining a vocabulary of about 3,500 words and a large number of expressions.

[Text Information]
Readability | 82.77
Total word count | 35152
Words beyond 1500 | 1286
Unknown word percentage (%) | 3.66
Unknown headword occurrence | 3.27
Unknown words that occur 5 times or more | 65
Unknown words that occur 2 times or more | 210

[Synopsis]
Pollyanna Whittier is a young orphan, who goes to live with her Aunt Polly. Aunt Polly does not want to take in Pollyanna, but feels it is her duty to her late sister. Miss Polly sends Nancy to the train station to meet Pollyanna instead of going herself.
When Pollyanna arrives, she takes Nancy for her aunt. Tears come to her eyes when she learns the truth, but she soon becomes glad again, because she knows how to play a “Glad Game”.
Pollyanna teaches many people in this town how to play the “Glad Game”, and this brings about surprising changes in the town....
This book is rewritten from “Pollyanna” by Eleanor H. Porter (1868-1920. Pollyanna is a best-selling 1913 novel and is now considered a classic of children’s literature. It has been adapted for film several times.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Qiliang Feng
• Release date: Dec 22, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310841897

Qiliang Feng

Qiliang Feng has been a teacher of English in senior high schools since 1983. He is a keen supporter of reading in TEFL (Teaching English as a Foreign Language) and is expert at rewriting graded/simplified ESL(English as a Second Language) and EFL (English as a Foreign Language) readers. He has published several series of English reading course books and is promoting a reading project called Million-Word Reading Project (MWRP), in which ESL/EFL learners at the elementary level (with a basic vocabulary of 1,500 words) are expected to read one million words within two or three years, and reach the upper-intermediate level easily.

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This is Book 4, Collection II, of the Million-Word Reading Project (MWRP) readers. It is suitable for learners with a basic vocabulary of 1,500 words.

Million-Word Reading Project (MWRP) is a reading project for ESL/EFL learners at the elementary level (with a basic vocabulary of 1,500 words). In two years, for about fifteen minutes each day, an ESL/EFL learner can read one million words, and reach the upper-intermediate level, gaining a vocabulary of about 3,500 words and a large number of expressions.

Text Information

Readability | 82.8

Total word count | 35152

Words beyond 1500 | 1286

Unknown word percentage (%) | 3.66

Unknown headword occurrence | 3.27

Unknown words that occur 5 times or more | 65

Unknown words that occur 2 times or more | 210

Notes:

1. About readability: This is Flesch Reading Ease Readability calculated with MS WORD. The higher the score, the easier the text is to read.

Score | Level

0-29 | Very difficult

30-49 | Difficult

50-59 | Fairly difficult

60-69 | Standard

70-79 | Fairly easy

80-89 | Easy

90-100 | Very easy

2. This e-version does not give the meanings of unknown words. You can look them up with the dictionary on your e-reader. For words with different meanings and some expressions, we give their meanings at the end of the passages. We also provide some necessary background information.

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Synopsis

Pollyanna Whittier is a young orphan, who goes to live with her Aunt Polly. Aunt Polly does not want to take in Pollyanna, but feels it is her duty to her late sister. Miss Polly sends Nancy to the train station to meet Pollyanna instead of going herself.

When Pollyanna arrives, she takes Nancy for her aunt. Tears come to her eyes when she learns the truth, but she soon becomes glad again, because she knows how to play a Glad Game.

Pollyanna teaches many people in this town how to play the Glad Game, and this brings about surprising changes in the town….

This book is rewritten from "Pollyanna" by Eleanor H. Porter (1868-1920. Pollyanna is a best-selling 1913 novel and is now considered a classic of children’s literature. It has been adapted for film several times.

Chapter 1. Miss Polly

Miss Polly Harrington entered her kitchen a little hurriedly this June morning. Miss Polly did not usually hurry; she was especially proud of herself for being calm. But today she was hurrying - actually hurrying.

Nancy was washing dishes at the sink. She looked up in surprise. Nancy had been working in Miss Polly’s kitchen only two months, but already she knew that her mistress did not usually hurry.

Nancy!

Yes, ma’am. Nancy answered cheerfully, but she still continued wiping the pitcher in her hand.

Nancy, - Miss Polly’s voice was very strict now - when I’m talking to you, I wish you to stop your work and listen to what I have to say.

Nancy’s face turned red. She set the pitcher down at once, with the cloth still about it, and it nearly fell over.

Yes, ma’am; I will, ma’am, she stammered, righting the pitcher, and turning hurriedly. I was only keeping on with my work because you specially told me this morning to hurry with my dishes, you know.

Her mistress frowned.

That will do, Nancy. I did not ask you to explain. I asked you to pay attention.

Yes, ma’am. Nancy was wondering if ever she could please this woman. Nancy had never worked out before. Her mother was ill, and her father had died suddenly and left her with three younger children, so she had to do something to support them. She had been so pleased when she found a place in the kitchen of the great house on the hill. Nancy had come from The Corners, six miles away, and she knew Miss Polly Harrington only as the mistress of the old Harrington house, and one of the wealthiest people of the town. That was two months before. She knew Miss Polly now as a severe woman who never seemed to smile.

When you’ve finished your morning work, Nancy, Miss Polly was saying now, you may clear the little room at the head of the stairs in the attic, and make up the little bed.

Yes, ma’am.

Miss Polly hesitated, then went on: I suppose I may as well tell you now, Nancy. My niece, Miss Pollyanna Whittier, is coming to live with me. She is eleven years old, and will sleep in that room.

A little girl - coming here, Miss Harrington? Oh, won’t that be nice! cried Nancy, thinking of the sunshine her own little sisters made in the home at The Corners.

Nice? Well, that isn’t exactly the word I should use, replied Miss Polly. However, I intend to make the best of it, of course. I am a good woman, I hope; and I know my duty.

Nancy’s face turned red.

Of course, ma’am. I only thought a little girl here might - might brighten things up for you, she said.

Thank you, replied the lady, coldly. I can’t say, however, that I need that now.

But, of course, you - you’d want her, your sister’s child, said Nancy. She felt that somehow she must prepare a welcome for this lonely little stranger.

Miss Polly lifted her head proudly.

"Well, really, Nancy. It’s enough to see my silly sister marry and bring unnecessary children into a world. I can’t see how I should want to take care of them myself. However, as I said before, I hope I know my duty. See that[1] you clean the corners, Nancy," she finished sharply, as she left the room.

Yes, ma’am, sighed Nancy.

In her own room, Miss Polly took out once more the letter that she had received two days before from the faraway Western town. It had been so unpleasant a surprise to her. The letter read as follows:

Dear Madam:

I regret to inform you that the minister John Whittier died two weeks ago, leaving one child, a girl eleven years old. He left nothing but a few books; for, as you know, he was the minister of this small church, and had a very small salary.

I believe he was your dead sister’s husband. He thought that for your sister’s sake you might wish to take the child and bring her up among her own people in the East. That’s why I am writing to you.

The little girl will be all ready to start by the time you get this letter. If you can take her, we would appreciate it very much if you would write so that she might come at once. There is a man and his wife here who are going East very soon, and they would take her with them to Boston, and put her on the train to Beldingsville. Of course you would be informed of the day and Pollyanna’s train.

Hoping to hear from you soon.

Respectfully yours,

Jeremiah O. White.

Miss Polly put the letter back into its envelope. She had answered it the day before, and she had said she would take the child, of course, although the task would be unpleasant.

As she sat now, with the letter in her hands, her thoughts went back to her sister, Jennie, who had been this child’s mother. When Jennie was a girl of twenty, she insisted upon marrying the young minister, although her family did not agree. There had been a man of wealth who had wanted her, but Jennie did not like him. The man of wealth had more years, as well as more money, while the minister had only a young head full of ideals and enthusiasm, and a heart full of love. Jennie had preferred these, so she had married the minister, and had gone south with him.

The break had come then. Miss Polly remembered it well, though she had been but a girl of fifteen, the youngest, at the time. The family had had little more to do with Jennie. To be sure, Jennie herself had written, for a time, and had named her last baby Pollyanna for her two sisters, Polly and Anna - the other babies had all died. This had been the last time that Jennie had written. In a few years there had come the news of her death, told in a short, but heart-broken little note from the minister himself at a little town in the West.

Meanwhile, time had not stood still for the members of the great house on the hill. Miss Polly, looking out at the far-reaching valley below, thought of the changes those twenty-five years had brought to her.

She was forty now, and quite alone in the world. Father, mother, sisters - all were dead. For years, now, she had been only mistress of the house.

Chapter 2. Old Tom and Nancy

Nancy was cleaning the little attic room, paying particular attention to the corners.

I just wish I could dig out the corners of her soul! she said to herself. There are plenty of them that need cleaning! The idea of letting that child sleep here in this hot little room - with no fire in the winter, too, when it is such a big house! Unnecessary children, indeed! I guess it isn’t children that is most unnecessary just now, just now!

For some time she worked in silence. Then, when her task was finished, she looked about the bare little room in disgust.

Well, it’s done - my part, anyhow, she sighed. There isn’t any dirt here. Poor little soul! This is a pretty place to put a homesick, lonely child into! She went out and closed the door with a loud noise. Oh! she cried, biting her lip. Well, I don’t care. I hope she did hear the noise, - I do, I do!

In the garden that afternoon, Nancy found a few minutes to interview Old Tom, who had pulled the weeds and taken care of the paths about the place for many years.

Mr. Tom, began Nancy, throwing a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure nobody was observing her; did you know a little girl was coming here to live with Miss Polly?

A what? demanded the old man, standing up with difficulty.

A little girl - to live with Miss Polly.

Go on with your joking, said Tom. Why don’t you tell me the sun is going to set in the east tomorrow?

But it’s true. She told me so herself, replied Nancy. It’s her niece; and she’s eleven years old.

The man looked surprised.

Sure! I wonder, now, he said. Then a light came into his eyes. It isn’t - but it must be - Miss Jennie’s little girl!

Who was Miss Jennie?

She was the oldest daughter of the old master, said the man. "She was twenty when she married and went away from here long years ago. Her babies all died, I heard, except the last one;