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           "Well,ifyouwould,you’rethefirstonethatever‘liked’toseeher,"mutteredthegirlunderherbreath; butPollyannadidnothearthis. Thegirlhadturnedandwasleadingthewaythroughthehalltoadoorattheendofit. Inthesick-room,afterthegirlhadusheredherinandclosedthedoor,Pollyannablinkedalittlebeforeshecouldaccustomhereyestothegloom. Thenshesaw,dimlyoutlined,awomanhalf-sittingupinthebedacrosstheroom. Pollyannaadvancedatonce. 

           "Howdoyoudo,Mrs.Snow? AuntPollysaysshehopesyouarecomfortableto-day,andshe’ssentyousomecalf’s-footjelly." 

           "Dearme! Jelly?"murmuredafretfulvoice. "OfcourseI’mverymuchobliged,butIwashoping‘twouldbelambbrothto-day." 

           Pollyannafrownedalittle. 

           "Why,IthoughtitwasCHICKENyouwantedwhenfolksbroughtyoujelly,"shesaid. 

           "What?" Thesickwomanturnedsharply. 

           "Why,nothing,much,"apologizedPollyanna,hurriedly; "andofcourseitdoesn’treallymakeanydifference. It’sonlythatNancysaiditwaschickenyouwantedwhenwebroughtjelly,andlambbrothwhenwebroughtchicken—butmaybe‘twastheotherway,andNancyforgot." 

           Thesickwomanpulledherselfuptillshesaterectinthebed—amostunusualthingforhertodo,thoughPollyannadidnotknowthis. 

           "Well,MissImpertinence,whoareyou?"shedemanded. 

           Pollyannalaughedgleefully. 

           "Oh,THATisn’tmyname,Mrs.Snow—andI’msoglad‘tisn’t,too! Thatwouldbeworsethan‘Hephzibah,’wouldn’tit? I’mPollyannaWhittier,MissPollyHarrington’sniece,andI’vecometolivewithher. That’swhyI’mherewiththejellythismorning." Allthroughthefirstpartofthissentence,thesickwomanhadsatinterestedlyerect; butatthereferencetothejellyshefellbackonherpillowlistlessly.