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Nancy
frowned
in
meditation
.
Nancy
was
getting
so
she
could
play
this
game
of
"
being
glad
"
quite
successfully
,
she
thought
.
She
rather
enjoyed
studying
out
Pollyanna
's
"
posers
,
"
too
,
as
she
called
some
of
the
little
girl
's
questions
.
"
Oh
,
I
know
,
"
she
chuckled
.
"
It
's
just
the
opposite
from
what
you
told
Mis
'
Snow
.
"
"
Opposite
?
"
repeated
Pollyanna
,
obviously
puzzled
.
"
Yes
.
You
told
her
she
could
be
glad
because
other
folks
was
n't
like
her
--
all
sick
,
you
know
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
nodded
Pollyanna
.
"
Well
,
the
doctor
can
be
glad
because
he
is
n't
like
other
folks
--
the
sick
ones
,
I
mean
,
what
he
doctors
,
"
finished
Nancy
in
triumph
.
It
was
Pollyanna
's
turn
to
frown
.
"
Why
,
y-yes
,
"
she
admitted
.
"
Of
course
that
IS
one
way
,
but
it
is
n't
the
way
I
said
;
and
--
someway
,
I
do
n't
seem
to
quite
like
the
sound
of
it
.
It
is
n't
exactly
as
if
he
said
he
was
glad
they
WERE
sick
,
but
--
You
do
play
the
game
so
funny
,
sometimes
Nancy
,
"
she
sighed
,
as
she
went
into
the
house
.
Pollyanna
found
her
aunt
in
the
sitting
room
.
"
Who
was
that
man
--
the
one
who
drove
into
the
yard
,
Pollyanna
?
"
questioned
the
lady
a
little
sharply
.
"
Why
,
Aunt
Polly
,
that
was
Dr.
Chilton
!
Do
n't
you
know
him
?
"
