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He
made
a
wry
face
.
"
Oh
,
but
that
was
before
you
taught
me
to
play
that
wonderful
game
of
yours
.
Now
I
'm
glad
to
be
waited
on
,
hand
and
foot
!
Never
mind
,
I
'll
be
on
my
own
two
feet
yet
,
one
of
these
days
;
then
I
'll
see
who
steps
around
,
"
he
finished
,
picking
up
one
of
the
crutches
at
his
side
and
shaking
it
playfully
at
the
little
girl
.
They
were
sitting
in
the
great
library
to-day
.
"
Oh
,
but
you
are
n't
really
glad
at
all
for
things
;
you
just
SAY
you
are
,
"
pouted
Pollyanna
,
her
eyes
on
the
dog
,
dozing
before
the
fire
.
"
You
know
you
do
n't
play
the
game
right
EVER
,
Mr.
Pendleton
--
you
know
you
do
n't
!
"
The
man
's
face
grew
suddenly
very
grave
.
"
That
's
why
I
want
you
,
little
girl
--
to
help
me
play
it
.
Will
you
come
?
"
Pollyanna
turned
in
surprise
.
"
Mr.
Pendleton
,
you
do
n't
really
mean
--
that
?
"
"
But
I
do
.
I
want
you
.
Will
you
come
?
"
Pollyanna
looked
distressed
.
"
Why
,
Mr.
Pendleton
,
I
ca
n't
--
you
know
I
ca
n't
.
Why
,
I
'm
--
Aunt
Polly
's
!
"
A
quick
something
crossed
the
man
's
face
that
Pollyanna
could
not
quite
understand
.
His
head
came
up
almost
fiercely
.
