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Did you, really? Well, what is it? Mrs. Snows voice was sarcastically polite. Pollyanna drew a long breath. I thoughthow glad you could bethat other folks werent like youall sick in bed like this, you know, she announced impressively. Mrs, Snow stared. Her eyes were angry. Well, really! she ejaculated then, in not quite an agreeable tone of voice. And now Ill tell you the game, proposed Pollyanna, blithely confident. Itll be just lovely for you to playitll be so hard. And theres so much more fun when it is hard! You see, its like this. And she began to tell of the missionary barrel, the crutches, and the doll that did not come. The story was just finished when Milly appeared at the door. Your aunt is wanting you, Miss Pollyanna, she said with dreary listlessness. She telephoned down to the Harlows across the way. She says youre to hurrythat youve got some practising to make up before dark. Pollyanna rose reluctantly. All right, she sighed. Ill hurry. Suddenly she laughed. I suppose I ought to be glad Ive got legs to hurry with, hadnt I, Mrs., Snow? There was no answer. Mrs. Snows eyes were closed. But Milly, whose eyes were wide open with surprise, saw that there were tears on the wasted cheeks. Goodby, flung Pollyanna over her shoulder, as she reached the door. Im awfully sorry about the hairI wanted to do it. But maybe I can next time! One by one the July days passed. To Pollyanna, they were happy days, indeed. She often told her aunt, joyously, how very happy they were. Whereupon her aunt would usually reply, wearily: Very well, Pollyanna. I am gratified, of course, that they are happy; but I trust that they are profitable, as wellotherwise I should have failed signally in my duty. Generally Pollyanna would answer this with a hug and a kissa proceeding that was still always most disconcerting to Miss Polly; but one day she spoke. It was during the sewing hour. Do you mean that it wouldnt be enough then, Aunt Polly, that they should be just happy days? she asked wistfully. That is what I mean, Pollyanna. They must be pro-fi-ta-ble as well? Certainly. What is being pro-fi-ta-ble? Why, itits just being profitablehaving profit, something to show for it, Pollyanna. What an extraordinary child you are! Then just being glad isnt pro-fi-ta-ble? questioned Pollyanna, a little anxiously. Certainly not. |
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