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           Onebyonetheshortwinterdayscameandwent—buttheywerenotshorttoPollyanna. Theywerelong,andsometimesfullofpain. Veryresolutely,thesedays,however,Pollyannawasturningacheerfulfacetowardwhatevercame. Wasshenotspeciallyboundtoplaythegame,nowthatAuntPollywasplayingit,too? AndAuntPollyfoundsomanythingstobegladabout! ItwasAuntPolly,too,whodiscoveredthestoryonedayaboutthetwopoorlittlewaifsinasnow-stormwhofoundablown-downdoortocrawlunder,andwhowonderedwhatpoorfolksdidthatdidn’thaveanydoor! AnditwasAuntPollywhobroughthometheotherstorythatshehadheardaboutthepooroldladywhohadonlytwoteeth,butwhowassogladthatthosetwoteeth"hit"! 

           Pollyannanow,likeMrs.Snow,wasknittingwonderfulthingsoutofbrightcoloredworstedsthattrailedtheircheerylengthsacrossthewhitespread,andmadePollyanna—againlikeMrs.Snow—sogladshehadherhandsandarms,anyway. 

           Pollyannasawpeoplenow,occasionally,andalwaystherewerethelovingmessagesfromthoseshecouldnotsee; andalwaystheybroughthersomethingnewtothinkabout—andPollyannaneedednewthingstothinkabout. 

           OnceshehadseenJohnPendleton,andtwiceshehadseenJimmyBean. JohnPendletonhadtoldherwhatafineboyJimmywasgettingtobe,andhowwellhewasdoing. Jimmyhadtoldherwhatafirst-ratehomehehad,andwhatbang-up"folks"Mr.Pendletonmade; andbothhadsaidthatitwasallowingtoher. "Whichmakesmeallthegladder,youknow,thatIHAVEhadmylegs,"Pollyannaconfidedtoherauntafterwards.