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The Game and its players
AfaintcolorstoleintoPollyanna’scheekswhichwasduplicatedsuddenlyinthoseofheraunt.
"Butshewearsrealprettyclothes,sometimes,inspiteoftheirbeingsopoor,"resumedPollyanna,insomehaste. "Andshe’sgotperfectlybeautifulringswithdiamondsandrubiesandemeraldsinthem; butshesaysshe’sgotoneringtoomany,andthatshe’sgoingtothrowitawayandgetadivorceinstead. Whatisadivorce,AuntPolly? I’mafraiditisn’tverynice,becauseshedidn’tlookhappywhenshetalkedaboutit. Andshesaidifshedidgetit,theywouldn’tlivethereanymore,andthatMr.Paysonwouldgo‘wayoff,andmaybethechildren,too. ButIshouldthinkthey’dratherkeepthering,eveniftheydidhavesomanymore. Shouldn’tyou? AuntPolly,whatisadivorce?"
"Buttheyaren’tgoing‘wayoff,dear,"evadedAuntPolly,hurriedly. "They’regoingtostayrighttheretogether."
"Oh,I’msoglad! Thenthey’llbetherewhenIgouptosee—Odear!"brokeoffthelittlegirl,miserably. "AuntPolly,whyCAN’TIrememberthatmylegsdon’tgoanymore,andthatIwon’tever,evergouptoseeMr.Pendletonagain?"
"There,there,don’t,"chokedheraunt. "Perhapsyou’lldriveupsometime. Butlisten! Ihaven’ttoldyou,yet,allthatMrs.Paysonsaid. Shewantedmetotellyouthatthey—theyweregoingtostaytogetherandtoplaythegame,justasyouwantedthemto."
