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or something like that, that I didn’t have! Wouldn’t it have
been a shame—when I’d tried so hard?’ she laughed mer-
rily.
There was no reply. The sick woman seemed to be try-
ing—mentally to find something she had lost.
‘There! I’m to leave them all,’ announced Pollyanna, as
she arranged the three bowls in a row on the table. ‘Like
enough it’ll be lamb broth you want to-morrow. How do
you do to-day?’ she finished in polite inquiry.
‘Very poorly, thank you,’ murmured Mrs. Snow, fall-
ing back into her usual listless attitude. ‘I lost my nap this
morning. Nellie Higgins next door has begun music lessons,
and her practising drives me nearly wild. She was at it all
the morning—every minute! I’m sure, I don’t know what I
shall do!’
Polly nodded sympathetically.
‘I know. It IS awful! Mrs. White had it once—one of my
Ladies’ Aiders, you know. She had rheumatic fever, too,
at the same time, so she couldn’t thrash ‘round. She said
‘twould have been easier if she could have. Can you?’
‘Can I—what?’
‘Thrash ‘round—move, you know, so as to change your
position when the music gets too hard to stand.’
Mrs. Snow stared a little.
‘Why, of course I can move—anywhere—in bed,’ she re-
joined a little irritably.
‘Well, you can be glad of that, then, anyhow. can’t you?’
nodded Pollyanna. ‘Mrs. White couldn’t. You can’t thrash
when you have rheumatic fever—though you want to some-

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