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Page 93
"And--and--these others?" Miss Polly's voice shook now.
"Oh, ev'rybody, 'most, knows it now, I guess. Anyhow, I should
think they did from the way I'm hearin' of it ev'rywhere I go. Of
course she told a lot, and they told the rest. Them things go, ye
know, when they gets started. An' she was always so smilin' an'
pleasant ter ev'ry one, an' so--so jest glad herself all the
time, that they couldn't help knowin' it, anyhow. Now, since
she's hurt, ev'rybody feels so bad--specially when they heard how
bad SHE feels 'cause she can't find anythin' ter be glad about.
An' so they've been comin' ev'ry day ter tell her how glad she's
made THEM, hopin' that'll help some. Ye see, she's always wanted
ev'rybody ter play the game with her."
"Well, I know somebody who'll play it--now," choked Miss Polly,
as she turned and sped through the kitchen doorway.
Behind her, Nancy stood staring amazedly.
"Well, I'll believe anythin'--anythin' now," she muttered to
herself. "Ye can't stump me with anythin' I wouldn't believe,
now--o' Miss Polly!"
A little later, in Pollyanna's room, the nurse left Miss Polly
and Pollyanna alone together.
"And you've had still another caller to-day, my dear," announced
Miss Polly, in a voice she vainly tried to steady. "Do you
remember Mrs. Payson?"
"Mrs. Payson? Why, I reckon I do! She lives on the way to Mr.
Pendleton's, and she's got the prettiest little girl baby three
years old, and a boy 'most five. She's awfully nice, and so's her
husband--only they don't seem to know how nice each other is.
Sometimes they fight--I mean, they don't quite agree. They're
poor, too, they say, and of course they don't ever have barrels,
'cause he isn't a missionary minister, you know, like--well, he
isn't."
A faint color stole into Pollyanna's cheeks which was duplicated
suddenly in those of her aunt.
"But she wears real pretty clothes, sometimes, in spite of their
being so poor," resumed Pollyanna, in some haste. "And she's got
perfectly beautiful rings with diamonds and rubies and emeralds
in them; but she says she's got one ring too many, and that she's
going to throw it away and get a divorce instead. What is a
divorce, Aunt Polly? I'm afraid it isn't very nice, because she
didn't look happy when she talked about it. And she said if she
did get it, they wouldn't live there any more, and that Mr.
Payson would go 'way off, and maybe the children, too. But I
should think they'd rather keep the ring, even if they did have
so many more. Shouldn't you? Aunt Polly, what is a divorce?"
"But they aren't going 'way off, dear," evaded Aunt Polly,
hurriedly. "They're going to stay right there together."
"Oh, I'm so glad! Then they'll be there when I go up to see--O
dear!" broke off the little girl, miserably. "Aunt Polly, why
CAN'T I remember that my legs don't go any more, and that I won't
ever, ever go up to see Mr. Pendleton again?"
"There, there, don't," choked her aunt. "Perhaps you'll drive up
sometime. But listen! I haven't told you, yet, all that Mrs.
Payson said. She wanted me to tell you that they--they were going
to stay together and to play the game, just as you wanted them
to."
Pollyanna smiled through tear-wet eyes.
"Did they? Did they, really? Oh, I am glad of that!"
"Yes, she said she hoped you'd be. That's why she told you, to
make you--GLAD, Pollyanna."
Pollyanna looked up quickly.
"Why, Aunt Polly, you--you spoke just as if you knew--DO you know
about the game, Aunt Polly?"
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