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The
series
of
puzzling
,
disconcerting
visits
of
the
last
few
days
,
culminating
as
they
had
in
the
extraordinary
experience
of
the
afternoon
,
had
strained
her
nerves
to
the
snapping
point
.
Not
since
Miss
Pollyanna
's
accident
had
Nancy
heard
her
mistress
speak
so
sternly
.
"
Nancy
,
WILL
you
tell
me
what
this
absurd
'
game
'
is
that
the
whole
town
seems
to
be
babbling
about
?
And
what
,
please
,
has
my
niece
to
do
with
it
?
WHY
does
everybody
,
from
Milly
Snow
to
Mrs.
Tom
Payson
,
send
word
to
her
that
they
're
'
playing
it
'
?
As
near
as
I
can
judge
,
half
the
town
are
putting
on
blue
ribbons
,
or
stopping
family
quarrels
,
or
learning
to
like
something
they
never
liked
before
,
and
all
because
of
Pollyanna
.
I
tried
to
ask
the
child
herself
about
it
,
but
I
ca
n't
seem
to
make
much
headway
,
and
of
course
I
do
n't
like
to
worry
her
--
now
.
But
from
something
I
heard
her
say
to
you
last
night
,
I
should
judge
you
were
one
of
them
,
too
.
Now
WILL
you
tell
me
what
it
all
means
?
"
To
Miss
Polly
's
surprise
and
dismay
,
Nancy
burst
into
tears
.
"
It
means
that
ever
since
last
June
that
blessed
child
has
jest
been
makin
'
the
whole
town
glad
,
an
'
now
they
're
turnin
'
'
round
an
'
tryin
'
ter
make
her
a
little
glad
,
too
.
"
"
Glad
of
what
?
"
"
Just
glad
!
That
's
the
game
.
"
Miss
Polly
actually
stamped
her
foot
.
"
There
you
go
like
all
the
rest
,
Nancy
.
What
game
?
"
Nancy
lifted
her
chin
.
She
faced
her
mistress
and
looked
her
squarely
in
the
eye
.
"
I
'll
tell
ye
,
ma'am
.
It
's
a
game
Miss
Pollyanna
's
father
learned
her
ter
play
.
