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"
But
I
'm
bad
and
wicked
,
Nancy
--
awful
wicked
,
"
she
sobbed
.
"
I
just
ca
n't
make
myself
understand
that
God
and
the
angels
needed
my
father
more
than
I
did
.
"
"
No
more
they
did
,
neither
,
"
declared
Nancy
,
stoutly
.
"
Oh-h
!
--
NANCY
!
"
The
burning
horror
in
Pollyanna
's
eyes
dried
the
tears
.
Nancy
gave
a
shamefaced
smile
and
rubbed
her
own
eyes
vigorously
.
"
There
,
there
,
child
,
I
did
n't
mean
it
,
of
course
,
"
she
cried
briskly
.
"
Come
,
let
's
have
your
key
and
we
'll
get
inside
this
trunk
and
take
out
your
dresses
in
no
time
,
no
time
.
"
Somewhat
tearfully
Pollyanna
produced
the
key
.
"
There
are
n't
very
many
there
,
anyway
,
"
she
faltered
.
"
Then
they
're
all
the
sooner
unpacked
,
"
declared
Nancy
.
Pollyanna
gave
a
sudden
radiant
smile
.
"
That
's
so
!
I
can
be
glad
of
that
,
ca
n't
I
?
"
she
cried
.
