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came a half-stifled cry.
‘To-morrow?’ smiled the nurse, brightly.
Well, I may not let you out quite so soon as that, Miss
Pollyanna. But just swallow these little pills for me, please,
and we’ll see what THEY’LL do.’
‘All right,’ agreed Pollyanna, somewhat doubtfully; ‘but I
MUST go to school day after to-morrow—there are exami-
nations then, you know.’
She spoke again, a minute later. She spoke of school, and
of the automobile, and of how her head ached; but very soon
her voice trailed into silence under the blessed influence of
the little white pills she had swallowed.

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