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Pollyanna
paused
for
breath
,
and
Nancy
managed
to
stammer
:
"
Well
,
I
'm
sure
it
--
it
'll
be
all
right
.
"
"
I
'm
glad
you
feel
that
way
.
I
do
,
too
,
"
nodded
Pollyanna
,
again
with
that
choking
little
breath
.
"
Of
course
,
'
twould
have
been
a
good
deal
harder
to
be
glad
in
black
--
"
"
Glad
!
"
gasped
Nancy
,
surprised
into
an
interruption
.
"
Yes
--
that
father
's
gone
to
Heaven
to
be
with
mother
and
the
rest
of
us
,
you
know
.
He
said
I
must
be
glad
.
But
it
's
been
pretty
hard
to
--
to
do
it
,
even
in
red
gingham
,
because
I
--
I
wanted
him
,
so
;
and
I
could
n't
help
feeling
I
OUGHT
to
have
him
,
specially
as
mother
and
the
rest
have
God
and
all
the
angels
,
while
I
did
n't
have
anybody
but
the
Ladies
'
Aid
.
But
now
I
'm
sure
it
'll
be
easier
because
I
've
got
you
,
Aunt
Polly
.
I
'm
so
glad
I
've
got
you
!
"
Nancy
's
aching
sympathy
for
the
poor
little
forlornness
beside
her
turned
suddenly
into
shocked
terror
.
"
Oh
,
but
--
but
you
've
made
an
awful
mistake
,
d-dear
,
"
she
faltered
.
"
I
'm
only
Nancy
.
I
ai
n't
your
Aunt
Polly
,
at
all
!
"
"
You
--
you
ARE
N'T
?
"
stammered
the
little
girl
,
in
plain
dismay
.
"
No
.
I
'm
only
Nancy
.
I
never
thought
of
your
takin
'
me
for
her
.
We
--
we
ai
n't
a
bit
alike
we
ai
n't
,
we
ai
n't
!
"
