But, surely, it
seems to me if I am willing to do my duty in seeing that you have
proper care and instruction, YOU ought to be willing to do yours
by seeing that that care and instruction are not ungratefully
wasted."
Pollyanna looked shocked.
"Oh, Aunt Polly, as if I ever could be ungrateful--to YOU! Why, I
LOVE YOU--and you aren't even a Ladies' Aider; you're an aunt!"
"Very well; then see that you don't act ungrateful," vouchsafed
Miss Polly, as she turned toward the door.
She had gone halfway down the stairs when a small, unsteady voice
called after her:
"Please, Aunt Polly, you didn't tell me which of my things you
wanted to--to give away."
Aunt Polly emitted a tired sigh--a sigh that ascended straight to
Pollyanna's ears.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, Pollyanna. Timothy will drive us into
town at half-past one this afternoon. Not one of your garments is
fit for my niece to wear. Certainly I should be very far from
doing my duty by you if I should let you appear out in any one of
them.
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