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           "Andyoudidn’tbreakbutone. Youcanbeglad‘twasn’ttwo." Pollyannawaswarmingtohertask. 

           "Ofcourse! Sofortunate,"sniffedtheman,withupliftedeyebrows; "lookingatitfromthatstandpoint,IsupposeImightbegladIwasn’tacentipedeanddidn’tbreakfifty!" 

           Pollyannachuckled. 

           "Oh,that’sthebestyet,"shecrowed. "Iknowwhatacentipedeis; they’vegotlotsoflegs. Andyoucanbeglad—" 

           "Oh,ofcourse,"interruptedtheman,sharply,alltheoldbitternesscomingbacktohisvoice; "Icanbeglad,too,foralltherest,Isuppose—thenurse,andthedoctor,andthatconfoundedwomaninthekitchen!" 

           "Why,yes,sir—onlythinkhowbad‘twouldbeifyouDIDN’Thavethem!" 

           "Well,I—eh?"hedemandedsharply. 

           "Why,Isay,onlythinkhowbaditwouldbeifyoudidn’thave‘em—andyoulyingherelikethis!" 

           "Asifthatwasn’ttheverythingthatwasatthebottomofthewholematter,"retortedtheman,testily,"becauseIamlyingherelikethis! AndyetyouexpectmetosayI’mgladbecauseofafoolwomanwhodisarrangesthewholehouseandcallsit‘regulating,’andamanwhoaidsandabetsherinit,andcallsit‘nursing,’tosaynothingofthedoctorwhoeggs‘embothon—andthewholebunchofthem,meanwhile,expectingmetopaythemforit,andpaythemwell,too!" 

           Pollyannafrownedsympathetically. 

           "Yes,Iknow. THATpartistoobad—aboutthemoney—whenyou’vebeensavingit,too,allthistime." "When—eh?"