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Excerpt from Pollyanna Grows Up
I fancy I must have said something that showed my surprise, for she explained earnestly: Oh, yes, I used to feel that way, too, and I did dread it so, till I happened to think ''twas just like Nancy''s wash-days, and I could be gladdest of all on Tuesdays, ''cause there wouldn''t be another one for a whole week.'' Why, how extraordinary! Frowned Mrs. Carew, not quite comprehending. But, I''m sure I don''t see any game to that.
No, I didn''t, till later. Then She told me. It seems she was the motherless daughter of a poor min ister in the West, and was brought up by the Ladies'' Aid Society and missionary barrels. When she was a tiny girl She wanted a doll, and confidently expected it in the next barrel; but there turned out to be noth ing but a pair Of little crutches.
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I fancy I must have said something that showed my surprise, for she explained earnestly: Oh, yes, I used to feel that way, too, and I did dread it so, till I happened to think ''twas just like Nancy''s wash-days, and I could be gladdest of all on Tuesdays, ''cause there wouldn''t be another one for a whole week.'' Why, how extraordinary! Frowned Mrs. Carew, not quite comprehending. But, I''m sure I don''t see any game to that.
No, I didn''t, till later. Then She told me. It seems she was the motherless daughter of a poor min ister in the West, and was brought up by the Ladies'' Aid Society and missionary barrels. When she was a tiny girl She wanted a doll, and confidently expected it in the next barrel; but there turned out to be noth ing but a pair Of little crutches.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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Publisher - Forgotten Books
Language - English
Hardback
Contributors
Author
Eleanor H. Porter
Published Date -
ISBN - 9780265207208
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 1.9 cm
Page Count - 349
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Contributors
Author
Eleanor H. Porter
Published Date -
ISBN - 9781440052897
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 1.9 cm
Page Count - 351
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