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"
Yes
,
dear
;
and
there
are
all
those
others
,
too
.
Why
,
Pollyanna
,
I
think
all
the
town
is
playing
that
game
now
with
you
--
even
to
the
minister
!
I
have
n't
had
a
chance
to
tell
you
,
yet
,
but
this
morning
I
met
Mr.
Ford
when
I
was
down
to
the
village
,
and
he
told
me
to
say
to
you
that
just
as
soon
as
you
could
see
him
,
he
was
coming
to
tell
you
that
he
had
n't
stopped
being
glad
over
those
eight
hundred
rejoicing
texts
that
you
told
him
about
.
So
you
see
,
dear
,
it
's
just
you
that
have
done
it
.
The
whole
town
is
playing
the
game
,
and
the
whole
town
is
wonderfully
happier
--
and
all
because
of
one
little
girl
who
taught
the
people
a
new
game
,
and
how
to
play
it
.
"
Pollyanna
clapped
her
hands
.
"
Oh
,
I
'm
so
glad
,
"
she
cried
Then
,
suddenly
,
a
wonderful
light
illumined
her
face
.
"
Why
,
Aunt
Polly
,
there
IS
something
I
can
be
glad
about
,
after
all
.
I
can
be
glad
I
've
HAD
my
legs
,
anyway
--
else
I
could
n't
have
done
--
that
!
"
One
by
one
the
short
winter
days
came
and
went
--
but
they
were
not
short
to
Pollyanna
.
They
were
long
,
and
sometimes
full
of
pain
.
Very
resolutely
,
these
days
,
however
,
Pollyanna
was
turning
a
cheerful
face
toward
whatever
came
.
Was
she
not
specially
bound
to
play
the
game
,
now
that
Aunt
Polly
was
playing
it
,
too
?
And
Aunt
Polly
found
so
many
things
to
be
glad
about
!
It
was
Aunt
Polly
,
too
,
who
discovered
the
story
one
day
about
the
two
poor
little
waifs
in
a
snow-storm
who
found
a
blown-down
door
to
crawl
under
,
and
who
wondered
what
poor
folks
did
that
did
n't
have
any
door
!
And
it
was
Aunt
Polly
who
brought
home
the
other
story
that
she
had
heard
about
the
poor
old
lady
who
had
only
two
teeth
,
but
who
was
so
glad
that
those
two
teeth
"
hit
"
!
Pollyanna
now
,
like
Mrs.
Snow
,
was
knitting
wonderful
things
out
of
bright
colored
worsteds
that
trailed
their
cheery
lengths
across
the
white
spread
,
and
made
Pollyanna
--
again
like
Mrs.
Snow
--
so
glad
she
had
her
hands
and
arms
,
anyway
.
Pollyanna
saw
people
now
,
occasionally
,
and
always
there
were
the
loving
messages
from
those
she
could
not
see
;
and
always
they
brought
her
something
new
to
think
about
--
and
Pollyanna
needed
new
things
to
think
about
.
Once
she
had
seen
John
Pendleton
,
and
twice
she
had
seen
Jimmy
Bean
.
John
Pendleton
had
told
her
what
a
fine
boy
Jimmy
was
getting
to
be
,
and
how
well
he
was
doing
.
Jimmy
had
told
her
what
a
first-rate
home
he
had
,
and
what
bang-up
"
folks
"
Mr.
Pendleton
made
;
and
both
had
said
that
it
was
all
owing
to
her
.
"
Which
makes
me
all
the
gladder
,
you
know
,
that
I
HAVE
had
my
legs
,
"
Pollyanna
confided
to
her
aunt
afterwards
.
The
winter
passed
,
and
spring
came
.
The
anxious
watchers
over
Pollyanna
's
condition
could
see
little
change
wrought
by
the
prescribed
treatment
.
There
seemed
every
reason
to
believe
,
indeed
,
that
Dr.
Mead
's
worst
fears
would
be
realized
--
that
Pollyanna
would
never
walk
again
.
