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The Game and its players

           "Idon’tthinkIquiteunderstand,Milly. Justwhatisitthatyouwantmetotellmyniece?" 

           "Yes,that’sit; Iwantyoutotellher,"answeredthegirl,feverishly. "Makeherseewhatshe’sdoneforus. Ofcourseshe’sSEENsomethings,becauseshe’sbeenthere,andshe’sknownmotherisdifferent; butIwanthertoknowHOWdifferentsheisandme,too. I’mdifferent. I’vebeentryingtoplayitthegamealittle." 

           MissPollyfrowned. ShewouldhaveaskedwhatMillymeantbythis"game,"buttherewasnoopportunity. Millywasrushingonagainwithnervousvolubility. 

           "Youknownothingwaseverrightbeforeformother.Shewasalwayswanting‘emdifferent. And,really,Idon’tknowasonecouldblamehermuchunderthecircumstances. Butnowsheletsmekeeptheshadesup,andshetakesinterestinthingshowshelooks,andhernightdress,andallthat. Andshe’sactuallybeguntoknitlittlethingsreinsandbabyblanketsforfairsandhospitals. Andshe’ssointerested,andsoGLADtothinkshecandoit! andthatwasallMissPollyanna’sdoings,youknow,‘causeshetoldmothershecouldbegladshe’dgotherhandsandarms,anyway; andthatmademotherwonderrightawaywhyshedidn’tDOsomethingwithherhandsandarms. Andsoshebegantodosomethingtoknit,youknow. Andyoucan’tthinkwhatadifferentroomitisnow,whatwiththeredandblueandyellowworsteds,andtheprismsinthewindowthatSHEgaveherwhy,itactuallymakesyoufeelBETTERjusttogointherenow; andbeforeIusedtodreaditawfully,itwassodarkandgloomy,andmotherwassosounhappy,youknow. 

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