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           Butit’sbeenprettyhardto—todoit,eveninredgingham,becauseI—Iwantedhim,so; andIcouldn’thelpfeelingIOUGHTtohavehim,speciallyasmotherandtheresthaveGodandalltheangels,whileIdidn’thaveanybodybuttheLadies’Aid. ButnowI’msureit’llbeeasierbecauseI’vegotyou,AuntPolly. I’msogladI’vegotyou!" 

           Nancy’sachingsympathyforthepoorlittleforlornnessbesideherturnedsuddenlyintoshockedterror. 

           "Oh,but—butyou’vemadeanawfulmistake,d-dear,"shefaltered. "I’monlyNancy. Iain’tyourAuntPolly,atall!" 

           "You—youAREN’T?"stammeredthelittlegirl,inplaindismay. 

           "No. I’monlyNancy. Ineverthoughtofyourtakin’meforher. We—weain’tabitalikeweain’t,weain’t!" 

           Timothychuckledsoftly; butNancywastoodisturbedtoanswerthemerryflashfromhiseyes. 

           "ButwhoAREyou?"questionedPollyanna. "Youdon’tlookabitlikeaLadies’Aider!" 

           Timothylaughedoutrightthistime. 

           "I’mNancy,thehiredgirl. Idoalltheworkexceptthewashin’an’hardironin’. Mis’Durgindoesthat." 

           "ButthereISanAuntPolly?"demandedthechild,anxiously. 

           "Youbetyourlifethereis,"cutinTimothy.