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"
I
've
got
it
!
"
crowed
Pollyanna
.
"
But
that
's
what
I
DID
N'T
want
,
"
sighed
the
sick
woman
,
sure
now
of
what
her
stomach
craved
.
"
It
was
chicken
I
wanted
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
've
got
that
,
too
,
"
chuckled
Pollyanna
.
The
woman
turned
in
amazement
.
"
Both
of
them
?
"
she
demanded
.
"
Yes
--
and
calf
's
-
foot
jelly
,
"
triumphed
Pollyanna
.
"
I
was
just
bound
you
should
have
what
you
wanted
for
once
;
so
Nancy
and
I
fixed
it
.
Oh
,
of
course
,
there
's
only
a
little
of
each
--
but
there
's
some
of
all
of
'
em
!
I
'm
so
glad
you
did
want
chicken
,
"
she
went
on
contentedly
,
as
she
lifted
the
three
little
bowls
from
her
basket
.
"
You
see
,
I
got
to
thinking
on
the
way
here
--
what
if
you
should
say
tripe
,
or
onions
,
or
something
like
that
,
that
I
did
n't
have
!
Would
n't
it
have
been
a
shame
--
when
I
'd
tried
so
hard
?
"
she
laughed
merrily
.
There
was
no
reply
.
The
sick
woman
seemed
to
be
trying
--
mentally
to
find
something
she
had
lost
.
"
There
!
I
'm
to
leave
them
all
,
"
announced
Pollyanna
,
as
she
arranged
the
three
bowls
in
a
row
on
the
table
.
"
Like
enough
it
'll
be
lamb
broth
you
want
to-morrow
.
How
do
you
do
to-day
?
"
she
finished
in
polite
inquiry
.
"
Very
poorly
,
thank
you
,
"
murmured
Mrs.
Snow
,
falling
back
into
her
usual
listless
attitude
.
"
I
lost
my
nap
this
morning
.
Nellie
Higgins
next
door
has
begun
music
lessons
,
and
her
practising
drives
me
nearly
wild
.
She
was
at
it
all
the
morning
--
every
minute
!
I
'm
sure
,
I
do
n't
know
what
I
shall
do
!
"
Polly
nodded
sympathetically
.
