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"
Yes
;
the
'
just
being
glad
'
game
.
"
"
Whatever
in
the
world
are
you
talkin
'
about
?
"
"
Why
,
it
's
a
game
.
Father
told
it
to
me
,
and
it
's
lovely
,
"
rejoined
Pollyanna
.
"
We
've
played
it
always
,
ever
since
I
was
a
little
,
little
girl
.
I
told
the
Ladies
'
Aid
,
and
they
played
it
--
some
of
them
.
"
"
What
is
it
?
I
ai
n't
much
on
games
,
though
.
"
Pollyanna
laughed
again
,
but
she
sighed
,
too
;
and
in
the
gathering
twilight
her
face
looked
thin
and
wistful
.
"
Why
,
we
began
it
on
some
crutches
that
came
in
a
missionary
barrel
.
"
"
CRUTCHES
!
"
"
Yes
.
You
see
I
'd
wanted
a
doll
,
and
father
had
written
them
so
;
but
when
the
barrel
came
the
lady
wrote
that
there
had
n't
any
dolls
come
in
,
but
the
little
crutches
had
.
So
she
sent
'
em
along
as
they
might
come
in
handy
for
some
child
,
sometime
.
And
that
's
when
we
began
it
.
"
"
Well
,
I
must
say
I
ca
n't
see
any
game
about
that
,
about
that
,
"
declared
Nancy
,
almost
irritably
.
"
Oh
,
yes
;
the
game
was
to
just
find
something
about
everything
to
be
glad
about
--
no
matter
what
'
twas
,
"
rejoined
Pollyanna
,
earnestly
.
"
And
we
began
right
then
--
on
the
crutches
.
"
"
Well
,
goodness
me
!
I
ca
n't
see
anythin
'
ter
be
glad
about
--
gettin
'
a
pair
of
crutches
when
you
wanted
a
doll
!
"
