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There! Im to leave them all, announced Pollyanna, as she arranged the three bowls in a row on the table. Like enough itll be lamb broth you want tomorrow. How do you do today? she finished in polite inquiry. Very poorly, thank you, murmured Mrs. Snow, falling back into her usual listless attitude. I lost my nap this morning. Nellie Higgins next door has begun music lessons, and her practising drives me nearly wild. She was at it all the morningevery minute! Im sure, I dont know what I shall do! Polly nodded sympathetically. I know. It is awful! Mrs. White had it onceone of my Ladies Aiders, you know. She had rheumatic fever, too, at the same time, so she couldnt thrash round. She said twould have been easier if she could have. Can you? Can Iwhat? Thrash roundmove, you know, so as to change your position when the music gets too hard to stand. Mrs. Snow stared a little. Why, of course I can moveanywherein bed, she rejoined a little irritably. Well, you can be glad of that, then, anyhow. cant you? nodded Pollyanna. Mrs. White couldnt. You cant thrash when you have rheumatic feverthough you want to something awful, Mrs. White says. She told me afterwards she reckoned shed have gone raving crazy if it hadnt been for Mr. Whites sisters earsbeing deaf, so. Sistersears! What do you mean? Pollyanna laughed. Well, I reckon I didnt tell it all, and I forgot you didnt know Mrs. White. You see, Miss White was deafawfully deaf; and she came to visit em and to help take care of Mrs. White and the house. Well, they had such an awful time making her understand anything, that after that, every time the piano commenced to play across the street, Mrs. White felt so glad she could hear it, that she didnt mind so much that she did hear it, cause she couldnt help thinking how awful twould be if she was deaf and couldnt hear anything, like her husbands sister. You see, she was playing the game, too. Id told her about it. Thegame? Pollyanna clapped her hands. There! I most forgot; but Ive thought it up, Mrs. Snowwhat you can be glad about. Glad about! What do you mean? Why, I told you I would. Dont you remember? You asked me to tell you something to be glad aboutglad, you know, even though you did have to lie here abed all day. Oh! scoffed the woman. that? Yes, I remember that; but I didnt suppose you were in earnest any more than I was. Oh, yes, I was, nodded Pollyanna, triumphantly; and I found it, too. But twas hard. Its all the more fun, though, always, when tis hard. And I will own up, honest to true, that I couldnt think of anything for a while. Then I got it. |
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