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The Game and its players
"An’you’dbesurprisedterfindhowcuteitworks,ma’am,too,"maintainedNancy,withalmosttheeagernessofPollyannaherself. "IwishIcouldtellyewhatalotshe’sdoneformotheran’thefolksouthome. She’sbeentersee‘em,yeknow,twice,withme. She’smademeglad,too,onsuchaloto’things—littlethings,an’bigthings; an’it’smade‘emsomucheasier. Forinstance,Idon’tmind‘Nancy’foranamehalfasmuchsinceshetoldmeIcouldbeglad‘twa’n’t‘Hephzibah. ’An’there’sMondaymornin’s,too,thatIusedterhateso. She’sactuallymademegladforMondaymornin’s."
"Glad—forMondaymornings!"
Nancylaughed.
"Iknowitdoessoundnutty,ma’am. Butletmetellye. ThatblessedlambfoundoutIhatedMondaymornin’ssomethin’awful; an’whatdoessheupan’tellmeonedaybutthis:‘Well,anyhow,Nancy,IshouldthinkyoucouldbegladderonMondaymornin’thanonanyotherdayintheweek,because‘twouldbeawholeWEEKbeforeyou’dhaveanotherone!’ An’I’mblestifIhain’tthoughtofitev’ryMondaymornin’since—an’itHAShelped,ma’am. Itmademelaugh,anyhow,ev’rytimeIthoughtofit; an’laughin’helps,yeknow—itdoes,itdoes!"
"Butwhyhasn’t—shetoldme—thegame?"falteredMissPolly. "Whyhasshemadesuchamysteryofit,whenIaskedher?"
Nancyhesitated.
"Beggin’yerpardon,ma’am,youtoldhernotterspeakof—herfather; soshecouldn’ttellye. ‘Twasherfather’sgame,yesee."
MissPollybitherlip.
"Shewantedtertellye,firstoff,"continuedNancy,alittleunsteadily. "Shewantedsomebodyterplayitwith,yeknow. That’swhyIbegunit,soshecouldhavesomeone."
"And—and—theseothers?"MissPolly’svoiceshooknow.