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The Game
"Er—maybe,"concededNancy,inopendoubt. "Butyoumustn’tcounttoomuchonme,yeknow. Ineverwasnocasefurgames,butI’ma-goin’termakeamostawfuloldtryonthisone. You’regoin’terhavesomeoneterplayitwith,anyhow,"shefinished,astheyenteredthekitchentogether.
Pollyannaateherbreadandmilkwithgoodappetite; then,atNancy’ssuggestion,shewentintothesittingroom,whereherauntsatreading. MissPollylookedupcoldly.
"Haveyouhadyoursupper,Pollyanna?"
"Yes,AuntPolly."
"I’mverysorry,Pollyanna,tohavebeenobligedsosoontosendyouintothekitchentoeatbreadandmilk."
"ButIwasrealgladyoudidit,AuntPolly. Ilikebreadandmilk,andNancy,too. Youmustn’tfeelbadaboutthatonebit."
AuntPollysatsuddenlyalittlemoreerectinherchair.
"Pollyanna,it’squitetimeyouwereinbed. Youhavehadahardday,andto-morrowwemustplanyourhoursandgooveryourclothingtoseewhatitisnecessarytogetforyou. Nancywillgiveyouacandle. Becarefulhowyouhandleit. Breakfastwillbeathalf-pastseven. Seethatyouaredowntothat. Good-night."
Quiteasamatterofcourse,Pollyannacamestraighttoheraunt’ssideandgaveheranaffectionatehug.
"I’vehadsuchabeautifultime,sofar,"shesighedhappily. "IknowI’mgoingtojustlovelivingwithyoubutthen,IknewIshouldbeforeIcame. Good-night,"shecalledcheerfully,assheranfromtheroom"
