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The Game
Pollyannasighed.
"Thatwasahardone,atfirst,"sheadmitted,"speciallywhenIwassokindoflonesome. Ijustdidn’tfeellikeplayingthegame,anyway,andIHADbeenwantingprettythings,so! ThenIhappenedtothinkhowIhatedtoseemyfrecklesinthelooking-glass,andIsawthatlovelypictureoutthewindow,too; sothenIknewI’dfoundthethingstobegladabout. Yousee,whenyou’rehuntingforthegladthings,yousortofforgettheotherkind—likethedollyouwanted,youknow."
"Humph!"chokedNancy,tryingtoswallowthelumpinherthroat.
"Mostgenerallyitdoesn’ttakesolong,"sighedPollyanna; "andlotsoftimesnowIjustthinkofthemWITHOUTthinking,youknow. I’vegotsousedtoplayingit. It’salovelygame. F-fatherandIusedtolikeitsomuch,"shefaltered. "Isuppose,though,it—it’llbealittlehardernow,aslongasIhaven’tanybodytoplayitwith. MaybeAuntPollywillplayit,though,"sheadded,asanafter-thought.
"Mystarsandstockings! —HER!"breathedNancy,behindherteeth. Then,aloud,shesaiddoggedly:"Seehere,MissPollyanna,Iain’tsayin’thatI’llplayitverywell,andIain’tsayin’thatIknowhow,anyway; butI’llplayitwithye,afterafashion—Ijustwill,Iwill!"
"Oh,Nancy!"exultedPollyanna,givingherarapturoushug. "That’llbesplendid! Won’twehavefun?"
