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CHAPTER XXIX. THROUGH

AN OPEN WINDOW

ne by one the short winter days came and went—but
Othey were not short to Pollyanna. They were long, and
sometimes full of pain. Very resolutely, these days, howev-
er, Pollyanna was turning a cheerful face toward whatever
came. Was she not specially bound to play the game, now
that Aunt Polly was playing it, too? And Aunt Polly found
so many things to be glad about! It was Aunt Polly, too, who
discovered the story one day about the two poor little waifs
in a snow-storm who found a blown-down door to crawl
under, and who wondered what poor folks did that didn’t
have any door! And it was Aunt Polly who brought home
the other story that she had heard about the poor old lady
who had only two teeth, but who was so glad that those two
teeth ‘hit’!
Pollyanna now, like Mrs. Snow, was knitting wonder-
ful things out of bright colored worsteds that trailed their
cheery lengths across the white spread, and made Pollyan-
na—again like Mrs. Snow—so glad she had her hands and
arms, anyway.
Pollyanna saw people now, occasionally, and always
there were the loving messages from those she could not
see; and always they brought her something new to think

Pollyanna