Not since Miss Pollyanna's accident
had Nancy heard her mistress speak so sternly.
"Nancy, WILL you tell me what this absurd 'game' is that the
whole town seems to be babbling about? And what, please, has my
niece to do with it? WHY does everybody, from Milly Snow to Mrs.
Tom Payson, send word to her that they're 'playing it'? As near
as I can judge, half the town are putting on blue ribbons, or
stopping family quarrels, or learning to like something they
never liked before, and all because of Pollyanna. I tried to ask
the child herself about it, but I can't seem to make much
headway, and of course I don't like to worry her--now. But from
something I heard her say to you last night, I should judge you
were one of them, too. Now WILL you tell me what it all means?"
To Miss Polly's surprise and dismay, Nancy burst into tears.
"It means that ever since last June that blessed child has jest
been makin' the whole town glad, an' now they're turnin' 'round
an' tryin' ter make her a little glad, too."
"Glad of what?"
"Just glad! That's the game.
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