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The Game and its players
"Youareverykind,"murmuredMissPolly.
"Butitisyouwhoaretobekind,"demurredtheother. "I—Iwantyoutogiveheramessagefromme. Willyou?"
"Certainly."
"Willyoujusttellher,then,thatMrs.Tarbellisgladnow. Yes,Iknowitsoundsodd,andyoudon’tunderstand. But—ifyou’llpardonmeI’drathernotexplain." Sadlinescametothelady’smouth,andthesmilelefthereyes. "YourniecewillknowjustwhatImean; andIfeltthatImusttell—her. Thankyou; andpardonme,please,foranyseemingrudenessinmycall,"shebegged,asshetookherleave.
Thoroughlymystifiednow,MissPollyhurriedup-stairstoPollyanna’sroom.
"Pollyanna,doyouknowaMrs.Tarbell?"
"Oh,yes. IloveMrs.Tarbell. She’ssick,andawfullysad; andshe’satthehotel,andtakeslongwalks. Wegotogether. Imean—weusedto." Pollyanna’svoicebroke,andtwobigtearsrolleddownhercheeks.
MissPollyclearedherthroathurriedly.
"We’ll,she’sjustbeenhere,dear. Sheleftamessageforyou—butshewouldn’ttellmewhatitmeant. ShesaidtotellyouthatMrs.Tarbellisgladnow."
Pollyannaclappedherhandssoftly. "Didshesaythat—really? Oh,I’msoglad!"
