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A question of duty
Breakfast,forthefirstfiveminutes,wasasilentmeal; thenMissPolly,herdisapprovingeyesfollowingtheairywingsoftwofliesdartinghereandthereoverthetable,saidsternly:
"Nancy,wheredidthosefliescomefrom?"
"Idon’tknow,ma’am. Therewasn’toneinthekitchen." NancyhadbeentooexcitedtonoticePollyanna’sup-flungwindowstheafternoonbefore.
"Ireckonmaybethey’remyflies,AuntPolly,"observedPollyanna,amiably. "Therewerelotsofthemthismorninghavingabeautifultimeupstairs."
Nancylefttheroomprecipitately,thoughtodososhehadtocarryoutthehotmuffinsshehadjustbroughtin.
"Yours!"gaspedMissPolly. "Whatdoyoumean? Wheredidtheycomefrom?"
"Why,AuntPolly,theycamefromoutofdoorsofcourse,throughthewindows. ISAWsomeofthemcomein."
"Yousawthem! Youmeanyouraisedthosewindowswithoutanyscreens?"
"Why,yes. Thereweren’tanyscreensthere,AuntPolly."
Nancy,atthismoment,cameinagainwiththemuffins. Herfacewasgrave,butveryred.
"Nancy,"directedhermistress,sharply,"youmaysetthemuffinsdownandgoatoncetoMissPollyanna’sroomandshutthewindows. Shutthedoors,also. Later,whenyourmorningworkisdone,gothrougheveryroomwiththespatter. Seethatyoumakeathoroughsearch."
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