"I said yer aunt was WORRIED about ye!"
"Oh," sighed Pollyanna, remembering suddenly the question she was
so soon to ask her aunt. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare her."
"Well, I'm glad," retorted Nancy, unexpectedly. "I am, I am."
Pollyanna stared.
"GLAD that Aunt Polly was scared about me! Why, Nancy, THAT isn't
the way to play the game--to be glad for things like that!" she
objected.
"There wa'n't no game in it," retorted Nancy. "Never thought of
it. YOU don't seem ter sense what it means ter have Miss Polly
WORRIED about ye, child!"
"Why, it means worried--and worried is horrid--to feel,"
maintained Pollyanna. "What else can it mean?"
Nancy tossed her head.
"Well, I'll tell ye what it means. It means she's at last gettin'
down somewheres near human--like folks; an' that she ain't jest
doin' her duty by ye all the time."
"Why, Nancy," demurred the scandalized Pollyanna, "Aunt Polly
always does her duty. She--she's a very dutiful woman!"
Unconsciously Pollyanna repeated John Pendleton's words of half
an hour before.
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