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"
Well
,
I
may
not
let
you
out
quite
so
soon
as
that
,
Miss
Pollyanna
.
But
just
swallow
these
little
pills
for
me
,
please
,
and
we
'll
see
what
THEY
'LL
do
.
"
"
All
right
,
"
agreed
Pollyanna
,
somewhat
doubtfully
;
"
but
I
MUST
go
to
school
day
after
to-morrow
--
there
are
examinations
then
,
you
know
.
"
She
spoke
again
,
a
minute
later
.
She
spoke
of
school
,
and
of
the
automobile
,
and
of
how
her
head
ached
;
but
very
soon
her
voice
trailed
into
silence
under
the
blessed
influence
of
the
little
white
pills
she
had
swallowed
.
Pollyanna
did
not
go
to
school
"
to-morrow
,
"
nor
the
"
day
after
to-morrow
.
"
Pollyanna
,
however
,
did
not
realize
this
,
except
momentarily
when
a
brief
period
of
full
consciousness
sent
insistent
questions
to
her
lips
.
Pollyanna
did
not
realize
anything
,
in
fact
,
very
clearly
until
a
week
had
passed
;
then
the
fever
subsided
,
the
pain
lessened
somewhat
,
and
her
mind
awoke
to
full
consciousness
.
She
had
then
to
be
told
all
over
again
what
had
occurred
.
"
And
so
it
's
hurt
that
I
am
,
and
not
sick
,
"
she
sighed
at
last
.
"
Well
,
I
'm
glad
of
that
.
"
"
G-glad
,
Pollyanna
?
"
asked
her
aunt
,
who
was
sitting
by
the
bed
.
"
Yes
.
I
'd
so
much
rather
have
broken
legs
like
Mr.
Pendleton
's
than
life-long-invalids
like
Mrs.
Snow
,
you
know
.
Broken
legs
get
well
,
and
lifelong-invalids
do
n't
.
"
Miss
Polly
--
who
had
said
nothing
whatever
about
broken
legs
--
got
suddenly
to
her
feet
and
walked
to
the
little
dressing
table
across
the
room
.
She
was
picking
up
one
object
after
another
now
,
and
putting
each
down
,
in
an
aimless
fashion
quite
unlike
her
usual
decisiveness
.
Her
face
was
not
aimless-looking
at
all
,
however
;
it
was
white
and
drawn
.
On
the
bed
Pollyanna
lay
blinking
at
the
dancing
band
of
colors
on
the
ceiling
,
which
came
from
one
of
the
prisms
in
the
window
.
"
I
'm
glad
it
is
n't
smallpox
that
ails
me
,
too
,
"
she
murmured
contentedly
.
"
That
would
be
worse
than
freckles
.
