Поллианна / Pollyanna

“Oh, Nancy!” Pollya

“Well, I guess he is,” chuckled Nancy.

“I’m so glad that he speaks to me,” sighed Pollya

Chapter X. A Surprise for Mrs. Snow

The next time Pollya

“It’s the little girl from Miss Polly’s, mother,” a

“Oh, it’s you?” asked a voice from the bed. I wish you had come yesterday.”

“Did you? Well, I’m glad,” Pollya

Mrs. Snow turned her eyes toward the basket. “Well, what is it?”

“Guess! What do you want?”

The sick woman frowned.

“Why, I don’t WANT anything,” she sighed. “After all, they all taste alike!”

Pollya

“If you DID want something, what would it be?”

The woman hesitated.

“Well, of course, there’s lamb broth – ”

“I’ve got it!” crowed Pollya

“But that’s what I DIDN’T want,[53]” sighed the sick woman. “It was chicken I wanted.”

“Oh, I’ve got that, too,” chuckled Pollya

The woman turned in amazement.

“Both of them?” she demanded.

“Yes – and calf’s-foot jelly,” triumphed Pollya

Suddenly Milly appeared at the door.

“Your aunt is wanting you,[54] Miss Pollya

Pollya

“All right,” she sighed. “Goodbye, I’m awfully sorry about the hair – I wanted to do it. But maybe I can next time!”

One by one the July days passed. To Pollya

“Very well, Pollya

“Is just being glad isn’t pro-fi-ta-ble?” asked Pollya

“Certainly not.”

“Oh dear! I’m afraid, now, you won’t ever play the game, Aunt Polly.”

“Game? What game?”

“Why, that father – ” Pollya

It was that afternoon that Pollya

“Why, Aunt Polly,” she cried. “You were coming up to see me! Come right in. I love company,” said Pollya

“What’s that, Pollya

Pollya

“I ought not to have, of course, Aunt Polly,” she apologized. “It was only because I’d always wanted them and hadn’t had them, I suppose.”

Miss Polly rose suddenly to her feet. Her face was very red.

“That will do,[57] Pollya

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