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"I don't see why they cried. _I_ wanted to sing and shout and
yell! Oh--oh--oh! just think, I can walk--walk--WALK! Now I don't
mind being here almost ten months, and I didn't miss the wedding,
anyhow. Wasn't that just like you, Aunt Polly, to come on here
and get married right beside my bed, so I could see you. You
always do think of the gladdest things!
"Pretty soon, they say, I shall go home. I wish I could walk all
the way there. I do. I don't think I shall ever want to ride
anywhere any more. It will be so good just to walk. Oh, I'm so
glad! I'm glad for everything. Why, I'm glad now I lost my legs
for a while, for you never, never know how perfectly lovely legs
are till you haven't got them--that go, I mean. I'm going to walk
eight steps to-morrow.
"With heaps of love to everybody,
"POLLYANNA."
End of The Project Gutenberg Etext of Pollyanna, by Eleanor H. Porter*
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