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Pollyanna
clapped
her
hands
.
"
There
!
I
'
most
forgot
;
but
I
've
thought
it
up
,
Mrs.
Snow
--
what
you
can
be
glad
about
.
"
"
GLAD
about
!
What
do
you
mean
?
"
"
Why
,
I
told
you
I
would
.
Do
n't
you
remember
?
You
asked
me
to
tell
you
something
to
be
glad
about
--
glad
,
you
know
,
even
though
you
did
have
to
lie
here
abed
all
day
.
"
"
Oh
!
"
scoffed
the
woman
.
"
THAT
?
Yes
,
I
remember
that
;
but
I
did
n't
suppose
you
were
in
earnest
any
more
than
I
was
.
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
I
was
,
"
nodded
Pollyanna
,
triumphantly
;
"
and
I
found
it
,
too
.
But
'
TWAS
hard
.
It
's
all
the
more
fun
,
though
,
always
,
when
'
tis
hard
.
And
I
will
own
up
,
honest
to
true
,
that
I
could
n't
think
of
anything
for
a
while
.
Then
I
got
it
.
"
"
Did
you
,
really
?
Well
,
what
is
it
?
"
Mrs.
Snow
's
voice
was
sarcastically
polite
.
Pollyanna
drew
a
long
breath
.
"
I
thought
--
how
glad
you
could
be
--
that
other
folks
were
n't
like
you
--
all
sick
in
bed
like
this
,
you
know
,
"
she
announced
impressively
.
Mrs.
Snow
stared
.
Her
eyes
were
angry
.
"
Well
,
really
!
"
she
ejaculated
then
,
in
not
quite
an
agreeable
tone
of
voice
.
