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"
Poor
little
lamb
!
And
you
must
be
hungry
,
too
.
I
--
I
'm
afraid
you
'll
have
ter
have
bread
and
milk
in
the
kitchen
with
me
.
Yer
aunt
did
n't
like
it
--
because
you
did
n't
come
down
ter
supper
,
ye
know
.
"
"
But
I
could
n't
.
I
was
up
here
.
"
"
Yes
;
but
--
she
did
n't
know
that
,
you
see
!
"
observed
Nancy
,
dryly
,
stifling
a
chuckle
.
"
I
'm
sorry
about
the
bread
and
milk
;
I
am
,
I
am
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
'm
not
.
I
'm
glad
.
"
"
Glad
!
Why
?
"
"
Why
,
I
like
bread
and
milk
,
and
I
'd
like
to
eat
with
you
.
I
do
n't
see
any
trouble
about
being
glad
about
that
.
"
"
You
do
n't
seem
ter
see
any
trouble
bein
'
glad
about
everythin
'
,
"
retorted
Nancy
,
choking
a
little
over
her
remembrance
of
Pollyanna
's
brave
attempts
to
like
the
bare
little
attic
room
.
Pollyanna
laughed
softly
.
"
Well
,
that
's
the
game
,
you
know
,
anyway
.
"
"
The
--
GAME
?
"
