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Mr.
Pendleton
laughed
.
"
Well
,
from
my
remembrance
of
your
aunt
,
Miss
Pollyanna
,
I
must
say
I
think
it
would
take
something
more
than
a
few
prisms
in
the
sunlight
to
--
to
make
her
bang
many
doors
--
for
gladness
.
But
come
,
now
,
really
,
what
do
you
mean
?
"
Pollyanna
stared
slightly
;
then
she
drew
a
long
breath
.
"
Oh
,
I
forgot
.
You
do
n't
know
about
the
game
.
I
remember
now
.
"
"
Suppose
you
tell
me
,
then
.
"
And
this
time
Pollyanna
told
him
.
She
told
him
the
whole
thing
from
the
very
first
--
from
the
crutches
that
should
have
been
a
doll
.
As
she
talked
,
she
did
not
look
at
his
face
.
Her
rapt
eyes
were
still
on
the
dancing
flecks
of
color
from
the
prism
pendants
swaying
in
the
sunlit
window
.
"
And
that
's
all
,
"
she
sighed
,
when
she
had
finished
.
"
And
now
you
know
why
I
said
the
sun
was
trying
to
play
it
--
that
game
.
"
For
a
moment
there
was
silence
.
Then
a
low
voice
from
the
bed
said
unsteadily
:
"
Perhaps
;
but
I
'm
thinking
that
the
very
finest
prism
of
them
all
is
yourself
,
Pollyanna
.
"
"
Oh
,
but
I
do
n't
show
beautiful
red
and
green
and
purple
when
the
sun
shines
through
me
,
Mr.
Pendleton
!
"
