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A question of duty
HalfanhourlaterwhenMissPolly,herfaceexpressingsterndutyineveryline,climbedthosestairsandenteredPollyanna’sroom,shewasgreetedwithaburstofeagerenthusiasm. "Oh,AuntPolly,Ineversawanythingsoperfectlylovelyandinterestinginmylife. I’msogladyougavemethatbooktoread! Why,Ididn’tsupposefliescouldcarrysuchalotofthingsontheirfeet,and—"
"Thatwilldo,"observedAuntPolly,withdignity. "Pollyanna,youmaybringoutyourclothesnow,andIwilllookthemover. WhatarenotsuitableforyouIshallgivetotheSullivans,ofcourse."
WithvisiblereluctancePollyannalaiddownthepamphletandturnedtowardthecloset.
"I’mafraidyou’llthinkthey’reworsethantheLadies’Aiddid—andTHEYsaidtheywereshameful,"shesighed. "Butthereweremostlythingsforboysandolderfolksinthelasttwoorthreebarrels; and—didyoueverhaveamissionarybarrel,AuntPolly?"
Atheraunt’slookofshockedanger,Pollyannacorrectedherselfatonce.
"Why,no,ofcourseyoudidn’t,AuntPolly!"shehurriedon,withahotblush. "Iforgot; richfolksneverhavetohavethem. ButyouseesometimesIkindofforgetthatyouarerich—uphereinthisroom,youknow."
MissPolly’slipspartedindignantly,butnowordscame. Pollyanna,plainlyunawarethatshehadsaidanythingintheleastunpleasant,washurryingon.
"Well,asIwasgoingtosay,youcan’ttellathingaboutmissionarybarrels—exceptthatyouwon’tfindin‘emwhatyouthinkyou’regoingto—evenwhenyouthinkyouwon’t. Itwasthebarrelseverytime,too,thatwerehardesttoplaythegameon,forfatherand—"