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Eleanor H. Porter: Pollyanna5. CHAPTER V. THE GAME (continued)For a moment there was silence. The sky was darkening fast. Pollyanna took a firmer hold of her friend's arm. "I reckon I'm glad, after all, that you DID get scared--a little, 'cause then you came after me," she shivered. "Poor little lamb! And you must be hungry, too. I--I'm afraid you'll have ter have bread and milk in the kitchen with me. Yer aunt didn't like it--because you didn't come down ter supper, ye know." "But I couldn't. I was up here." "Yes; but--she didn't know that, you see!" observed Nancy, dryly, stifling a chuckle. "I'm sorry about the bread and milk; I am, I am." "Oh, I'm not. I'm glad." "Glad! Why?" "Why, I like bread and milk, and I'd like to eat with you. I don't see any trouble about being glad about that." "You don't seem ter see any trouble bein' glad about everythin'," retorted Nancy, choking a little over her remembrance of Pollyanna's brave attempts to like the bare little attic room. Pollyanna laughed softly. "Well, that's the game, you know, anyway." "The--GAME?" "Yes; the 'just being glad' game." "Whatever in the world are you talkin' about?" "Why, it's a game. Father told it to me, and it's lovely," rejoined Pollyanna. "We've played it always, ever since I was a little, little girl. I told the Ladies' Aid, and they played it--some of them." "What is it? I ain't much on games, though." This is page 26 of 195. [Mark this Page] Mark any page to add this title to Your Bookshelf. (0 / 10 books on shelf) Buy a copy of Pollyanna at Amazon.com
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