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Sermons and Woodboxes

           "Oh!" Therewasanoddlookontheminister’sface. Hiseyeshadfallentothewordsonthetoppaperinhishands"Butwoeuntoyou,scribesandPharisees,hypocrites!" "Andsoyourfatherlikedthose‘rejoicingtexts,’"hemurmured. 

           "Oh,yes,"noddedPollyanna,emphatically. "Hesaidhefeltbetterrightaway,thatfirstdayhethoughttocount‘em. HesaidifGodtookthetroubletotelluseighthundredtimestobegladandrejoice,HemustwantustodoitSOME. Andfatherfeltashamedthathehadn’tdoneitmore. Afterthat,theygottobesuchacomforttohim,youknow,whenthingswentwrong; whentheLadies’AidersgottofightImean,whentheyDIDN’TAGREEaboutsomething,"correctedPollyanna,hastily. "Why,itwasthosetexts,too,fathersaid,thatmadeHIMthinkofthegamehebeganwithMEonthecrutchesbuthesaid‘twastherejoicingtextsthatstartedhimonit." 

           "Andwhatgamemightthatbe?"askedtheminister. 

           "Aboutfindingsomethingineverythingtobegladabout,youknow. AsIsaid,hebeganwithmeonthecrutches." AndoncemorePollyannatoldherstorythistimetoamanwholistenedwithtendereyesandunderstandingears. 

           AlittlelaterPollyannaandtheministerdescendedthehill,handinhand. Pollyanna’sfacewasradiant. Pollyannalovedtotalk,andshehadbeentalkingnowforsometime:thereseemedtobesomany,manythingsaboutthegame,herfather,andtheoldhomelifethattheministerwantedtoknow. 

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