"Why, I don't WANT anything, as I know of," she sighed. "After
all, they all taste alike!"
Pollyanna chuckled.
"This won't. Guess! If you DID want something, what would it be?"
The woman hesitated. She did not realize it herself, but she had
so long been accustomed to wanting what she did not have, that to
state off-hand what she DID want seemed impossible--until she
knew what she had. Obviously, however, she must say something.
This extraordinary child was waiting.
"Well, of course, there's lamb broth--"
"I've got it!" crowed Pollyanna.
"But that's what I DIDN'T want," sighed the sick woman, sure now
of what her stomach craved. "It was chicken I wanted."
"Oh, I've got that, too," chuckled Pollyanna.
The woman turned in amazement.
"Both of them?" she demanded.
"Yes--and calf's-foot jelly," triumphed Pollyanna. "I was just
bound you should have what you wanted for once; so Nancy and I
fixed it. Oh, of course, there's only a little of each--but
there's some of all of 'em! I'm so glad you did want chicken,"
she went on contentedly, as she lifted the three little bowls
from her basket.
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