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through Nancy. To-day Pollyanna had begged the privilege,
and Nancy had promptly given it to her in accordance with
Miss Polly’s orders.
‘And it’s glad that I am ter get rid of it,’ Nancy had de-
clared in private afterwards to Pollyanna; ‘though it’s a
shame ter be tuckin’ the job off on ter you, poor lamb, so
it is, it is!’
‘But I’d love to do it, Nancy.’
‘Well, you won’t—after you’ve done it once,’ predicted
Nancy, sourly.
‘Why not?’
‘Because nobody does. If folks wa’n’t sorry for her there
wouldn’t a soul go near her from mornin’ till night, she’s
that cantankerous. All is, I pity her daughter what HAS ter
take care of her.’
‘But, why, Nancy?’
Nancy shrugged her shoulders.
‘Well, in plain words, it’s just that nothin’ what ever has
happened, has happened right in Mis’ Snow’s eyes. Even the
days of the week ain’t run ter her mind. If it’s Monday she’s
bound ter say she wished ‘twas Sunday; and if you take her
jelly you’re pretty sure ter hear she wanted chicken—but if
you DID bring her chicken, she’d be jest hankerin’ for lamb
broth!’
‘Why, what a funny woman,’ laughed Pollyanna. ‘I think
I shall like to go to see her. She must be so surprising and—
and different. I love DIFFERENT folks.’
‘Humph! Well, Mis’ Snow’s ‘different,’ all right—I hope,
for the sake of the rest of us!’ Nancy had finished grimly.

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