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           "Yes; well,nevermindnowwhatyourfathersaid,"interruptedMissPolly,crisply. "Youhadatrunk,Ipresume?" "Oh,yes,indeed,AuntPolly. I’vegotabeautifultrunkthattheLadies’Aidgaveme. Ihaven’tgotsoverymuchinit—ofmyown,Imean. Thebarrelshaven’thadmanyclothesforlittlegirlsinthemlately; buttherewereallfather’sbooks,andMrs.WhitesaidshethoughtIoughttohavethose. Yousee,father—" 

           "Pollyanna,"interruptedherauntagain,sharply,"thereisonethingthatmightjustaswellbeunderstoodrightawayatonce; andthatis,Idonotcaretohaveyoukeeptalkingofyourfathertome." 

           Thelittlegirldrewinherbreathtremulously. 

           "Why,AuntPolly,you—youmean—" Shehesitated,andherauntfilledthepause. 

           "Wewillgoup-stairstoyourroom. Yourtrunkisalreadythere,Ipresume. ItoldTimothytotakeitup—ifyouhadone. Youmayfollowme,Pollyanna." 

           Withoutspeaking,Pollyannaturnedandfollowedherauntfromtheroom. Hereyeswerebrimmingwithtears,butherchinwasbravelyhigh. 

           "Afterall,I—IreckonI’mgladshedoesn’twantmetotalkaboutfather,"Pollyannawasthinking. "It’llbeeasier,maybe—ifIdon’ttalkabouthim. Probably,anyhow,thatiswhyshetoldmenottotalkabouthim." AndPollyanna,convincedanewofheraunt’s"kindness,"blinkedoffthetearsandlookedeagerlyabouther.