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Just a matter of jelly

           "Oh,that’sallright,then. I’mgladI’mExtraordinary,"sighedPollyanna,herfaceclearing. "Yousee,Mrs.WhiteusedtosayMrs.RawsonwasaveryordinarywomanandshedislikedMrs.Rawsonsomethingawful. TheywerealwaysfightImean,fatherhadthatis,Imean,WEhadmoretroublekeepingpeacebetweenthemthanwedidbetweenanyoftherestoftheAiders,"correctedPollyanna,alittlebreathlessfromhereffortstosteerbetweentheScyllaofherfather’spastcommandsinregardtospeakingofchurchquarrels,andtheCharybdisofheraunt’spresentcommandsinregardtospeakingofherfather. 

           "Yes,yes;well,nevermind,"interposedAuntPolly,atrifleimpatiently. "Youdorunonso,Pollyanna,andnomatterwhatwe’retalkingaboutyoualwaysbringupatthoseLadies’Aiders!" 

           "Yes’m,"smiledPollyanna,cheerfully,"IreckonIdo,maybe. Butyouseetheyusedtobringmeup,and" 

           "Thatwilldo,Pollyanna,"interruptedacoldvoice. "Nowwhatisitaboutthisjelly?" 

           "Nothing,AuntPolly,truly,thatyouwouldmind,I’msure. YouletmetakejellytoHER,soIthoughtyouwouldtoHIMthisonce. Yousee,brokenlegsaren’tlikelikelifelonginvalids,sohiswon’tlastforeverasMrs.Snow’sdoes,andshecanhavealltherestofthethingsafterjustonceortwice." 

           "‘Him’?‘He’? ‘Brokenleg’? Whatareyoutalkingabout,Pollyanna?" 

           Pollyannastared; thenherfacerelaxed. 

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