"I
just can't make myself understand that God and the angels needed
my father more than I did."
"No more they did, neither," declared Nancy, stoutly.
"Oh-h!--NANCY!" The burning horror in Pollyanna's eyes dried the
tears.
Nancy gave a shamefaced smile and rubbed her own eyes vigorously.
"There, there, child, I didn't mean it, of course," she cried
briskly. "Come, let's have your key and we'll get inside this
trunk and take our your dresses in no time, no time."
Somewhat tearfully Pollyanna produced the key.
"There aren't very many there, anyway," she faltered.
"Then they're all the sooner unpacked," declared Nancy.
Pollyanna gave a sudden radiant smile.
"That's so! I can be glad of that, can't I?" she cried.
Nancy stared.
"Why, of--course," she answered a little uncertainly.
Nancy's capable hands made short work of unpacking the books, the
patched undergarments, and the few pitifully unattractive
dresses. Pollyanna, smiling bravely now, flew about, hanging the
dresses in the closet, stacking the books on the table, and
putting away the undergarments in the bureau drawers.
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