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 			<p>In her own room, Miss Polly took out once more the letter which she had received two days before from the faraway Western town, and which had been so unpleasant a surprise to her. The letter was addressed to Miss Polly Harrington, Beldingsville, Vermont; and it read as follows:</p>
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-				<p><span epub:type="z3998:salutation">“Dear Madam:⁠—</span>I regret to inform you that the <abbr>Rev.</abbr> John Whittier died two weeks ago, leaving one child, a girl eleven years old. He left practically nothing else save a few books; for, as you doubtless know, he was the pastor of this small mission church, and had a very meager salary.</p>
+				<p><span epub:type="z3998:salutation">“Dear Madam:⁠—</span>I regret to inform you that the <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Rev.</abbr> John Whittier died two weeks ago, leaving one child, a girl eleven years old. He left practically nothing else save a few books; for, as you doubtless know, he was the pastor of this small mission church, and had a very meager salary.</p>
 				<p>“I believe he was your deceased sister’s husband, but he gave me to understand the families were not on the best of terms. He thought, however, that for your sister’s sake you might wish to take the child and bring her up among her own people in the East. Hence I am writing to you.</p>
 				<p>“The little girl will be all ready to start by the time you get this letter; and if you can take her, we would appreciate it very much if you would write that she might come at once, as there is a man and his wife here who are going East very soon, and they would take her with them to Boston, and put her on the Beldingsville train. Of course you would be notified what day and train to expect Pollyanna on.</p>
 				<p>“Hoping to hear favorably from you soon, I remain,</p>

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-				<p epub:type="title">A Surprise for <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Snow</p>
+				<p epub:type="title">A Surprise for <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Snow</p>
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-			<p>The next time Pollyanna went to see <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Snow, she found that lady, as at first, in a darkened room.</p>
+			<p>The next time Pollyanna went to see <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Snow, she found that lady, as at first, in a darkened room.</p>
 			<p>“It’s the little girl from Miss Polly’s, mother,” announced Milly, in a tired manner; then Pollyanna found herself alone with the invalid.</p>
 			<p>“Oh, it’s you, is it?” asked a fretful voice from the bed. “I remember you. <em>Any</em>body’d remember you, I guess, if they saw you once. I wish you had come yesterday. I <em>wanted</em> you yesterday.”</p>
 			<p>“Did you? Well, I’m glad ’tisn’t any farther away from yesterday than today is, then,” laughed Pollyanna, advancing cheerily into the room, and setting her basket carefully down on a chair. “My! but aren’t you dark here, though? I can’t see you a bit,” she cried, unhesitatingly crossing to the window and pulling up the shade. “I want to see if you’ve fixed your hair like I did⁠—oh, you haven’t! But, never mind; I’m glad you haven’t, after all, ’cause maybe you’ll let me do it⁠—later. But now I want you to see what I’ve brought you.”</p>
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 			<p>“Yes⁠—and calf’s-foot jelly,” triumphed Pollyanna. “I was just bound you should have what you wanted for once; so Nancy and I fixed it. Oh, of course, there’s only a little of each⁠—but there’s some of all of ’em! I’m so glad you did want chicken,” she went on contentedly, as she lifted the three little bowls from her basket. “You see, I got to thinking on the way here⁠—what if you should say tripe, or onions, or something like that, that I didn’t have! Wouldn’t it have been a shame⁠—when I’d tried so hard?” she laughed merrily.</p>
 			<p>There was no reply. The sick woman seemed to be trying⁠—mentally to find something she had lost.</p>
 			<p>“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 tomorrow. How do you do today?” she finished in polite inquiry.</p>
-			<p>“Very poorly, thank you,” murmured <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Snow, falling back into her usual listless attitude. “I lost my nap this morning. Nellie Higgins next door has begun music lessons, and her practicing drives me nearly wild. She was at it all the morning⁠—every minute! I’m sure, I don’t know what I shall do!”</p>
+			<p>“Very poorly, thank you,” murmured <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Snow, falling back into her usual listless attitude. “I lost my nap this morning. Nellie Higgins next door has begun music lessons, and her practicing drives me nearly wild. She was at it all the morning⁠—every minute! I’m sure, I don’t know what I shall do!”</p>
 			<p>Polly nodded sympathetically.</p>
-			<p>“I know. It <em>is</em> awful! <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> 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?”</p>
+			<p>“I know. It <em>is</em> awful! <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> 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?”</p>
 			<p>“Can I⁠—what?”</p>
 			<p>“Thrash ’round⁠—move, you know, so as to change your position when the music gets too hard to stand.”</p>
-			<p><abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Snow stared a little.</p>
+			<p><abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Snow stared a little.</p>
 			<p>“Why, of course I can move⁠—anywhere⁠—in bed,” she rejoined a little irritably.</p>
-			<p>“Well, you can be glad of that, then, anyhow, can’t you?” nodded Pollyanna. “<abbr>Mrs.</abbr> White couldn’t. You can’t thrash when you have rheumatic fever⁠—though you want to something awful, <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> White says. She told me afterwards she reckoned she’d have gone raving crazy if it hadn’t been for <abbr>Mr.</abbr> White’s sister’s ears⁠—being deaf, so.”</p>
+			<p>“Well, you can be glad of that, then, anyhow, can’t you?” nodded Pollyanna. “<abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> White couldn’t. You can’t thrash when you have rheumatic fever⁠—though you want to something awful, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> White says. She told me afterwards she reckoned she’d have gone raving crazy if it hadn’t been for <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> White’s sister’s ears⁠—being deaf, so.”</p>
 			<p>“Sister’s⁠—<em>ears!</em> What do you mean?”</p>
 			<p>Pollyanna laughed.</p>
-			<p>“Well, I reckon I didn’t tell it all, and I forgot you didn’t know <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> White. You see, Miss White was deaf⁠—awfully deaf; and she came to visit ’em and to help take care of <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> White and the house. Well, they had such an awful time making her understand <em>anything</em>, that after that, every time the piano commenced to play across the street, <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> White felt so glad she <em>could</em> hear it, that she didn’t mind so much that she <em>did</em> hear it, ’cause she couldn’t help thinking how awful ’twould be if she was deaf and couldn’t hear anything, like her husband’s sister. You see, she was playing the game, too. I’d told her about it.”</p>
+			<p>“Well, I reckon I didn’t tell it all, and I forgot you didn’t know <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> White. You see, Miss White was deaf⁠—awfully deaf; and she came to visit ’em and to help take care of <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> White and the house. Well, they had such an awful time making her understand <em>anything</em>, that after that, every time the piano commenced to play across the street, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> White felt so glad she <em>could</em> hear it, that she didn’t mind so much that she <em>did</em> hear it, ’cause she couldn’t help thinking how awful ’twould be if she was deaf and couldn’t hear anything, like her husband’s sister. You see, she was playing the game, too. I’d told her about it.”</p>
 			<p>“The⁠—game?”</p>
 			<p>Pollyanna clapped her hands.</p>
-			<p>“There! I ’most forgot; but I’ve thought it up, <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Snow⁠—what you can be glad about.”</p>
+			<p>“There! I ’most forgot; but I’ve thought it up, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Snow⁠—what you can be glad about.”</p>
 			<p>“<em>Glad</em> about! What do you mean?”</p>
 			<p>“Why, I told you I would. Don’t you remember? You asked me to tell you something to be glad about⁠—glad, you know, even though you did have to lie here abed all day.”</p>
 			<p>“Oh!” scoffed the woman. “<em>That?</em> Yes, I remember that; but I didn’t suppose you were in earnest any more than I was.”</p>
 			<p>“Oh, yes, I was,” nodded Pollyanna, triumphantly; “and I found it, too. But <em>’twas</em> hard. It’s all the more fun, though, always, when ’tis hard. And I will own up, honest to true, that I couldn’t think of anything for a while. Then I got it.”</p>
-			<p>“Did you, really? Well, what is it?” <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Snow’s voice was sarcastically polite.</p>
+			<p>“Did you, really? Well, what is it?” <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Snow’s voice was sarcastically polite.</p>
 			<p>Pollyanna drew a long breath.</p>
-			<p>“I thought⁠—how glad you could be⁠—that other folks weren’t like you⁠—all sick in bed like this, you know,” she announced impressively. <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Snow stared. Her eyes were angry.</p>
+			<p>“I thought⁠—how glad you could be⁠—that other folks weren’t like you⁠—all sick in bed like this, you know,” she announced impressively. <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Snow stared. Her eyes were angry.</p>
 			<p>“Well, really!” she ejaculated then, in not quite an agreeable tone of voice.</p>
 			<p>“And now I’ll tell you the game,” proposed Pollyanna, blithely confident. “It’ll be just lovely for you to play⁠—it’ll be so hard. And there’s so much more fun when it is hard! You see, it’s like this.” And she began to tell of the missionary barrel, the crutches, and the doll that did not come.</p>
 			<p>The story was just finished when Milly appeared at the door.</p>
 			<p>“Your aunt is wanting you, Miss Pollyanna,” she said with dreary listlessness. “She telephoned down to the Harlows’ across the way. She says you’re to hurry⁠—that you’ve got some practicing to make up before dark.”</p>
 			<p>Pollyanna rose reluctantly.</p>
-			<p>“All right,” she sighed. “I’ll hurry.” Suddenly she laughed. “I suppose I ought to be glad I’ve got legs to hurry with, hadn’t I, <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Snow?”</p>
-			<p>There was no answer. <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Snow’s eyes were closed. But Milly, whose eyes were wide open with surprise, saw that there were tears on the wasted cheeks.</p>
+			<p>“All right,” she sighed. “I’ll hurry.” Suddenly she laughed. “I suppose I ought to be glad I’ve got legs to hurry with, hadn’t I, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Snow?”</p>
+			<p>There was no answer. <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Snow’s eyes were closed. But Milly, whose eyes were wide open with surprise, saw that there were tears on the wasted cheeks.</p>
 			<p>“Goodbye,” flung Pollyanna over her shoulder, as she reached the door. “I’m awfully sorry about the hair⁠—I wanted to do it. But maybe I can next time!”</p>
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 			<p>One by one the July days passed. To Pollyanna, they were happy days, indeed. She often told her aunt, joyously, how very happy they were. Whereupon her aunt would usually reply, wearily:</p>

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 			<p>“No⁠—nor anybody else,” retorted Miss Polly, with meaning emphasis.</p>
 			<p>“Oh, yes, they do,” nodded Pollyanna, entirely misunderstanding her aunt’s words. “I told everybody we should keep it, if I didn’t find where it belonged. I knew you’d be glad to have it⁠—poor little lonesome thing!”</p>
 			<p>Miss Polly opened her lips and tried to speak; but in vain. The curious helpless feeling that had been hers so often since Pollyanna’s arrival, had her now fast in its grip.</p>
-			<p>“Of course I knew,” hurried on Pollyanna, gratefully, “that you wouldn’t let a dear little lonesome kitty go hunting for a home when you’d just taken <em>me</em> in; and I said so to <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Ford when she asked if you’d let me keep it. Why, I had the Ladies’ Aid, you know, and kitty didn’t have anybody. I knew you’d feel that way,” she nodded happily, as she ran from the room.</p>
+			<p>“Of course I knew,” hurried on Pollyanna, gratefully, “that you wouldn’t let a dear little lonesome kitty go hunting for a home when you’d just taken <em>me</em> in; and I said so to <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Ford when she asked if you’d let me keep it. Why, I had the Ladies’ Aid, you know, and kitty didn’t have anybody. I knew you’d feel that way,” she nodded happily, as she ran from the room.</p>
 			<p>“But, Pollyanna, Pollyanna,” remonstrated Miss Polly. “I don’t⁠—” But Pollyanna was already halfway to the kitchen, calling:</p>
 			<p>“Nancy, Nancy, just see this dear little kitty that Aunt Polly is going to bring up along with me!” And Aunt Polly, in the sitting room⁠—who abhorred cats⁠—fell back in her chair with a gasp of dismay, powerless to remonstrate.</p>
 			<p>The next day it was a dog, even dirtier and more forlorn, perhaps, than was the kitten; and again Miss Polly, to her dumbfounded amazement, found herself figuring as a kind protector and an angel of mercy⁠—a role that Pollyanna so unhesitatingly thrust upon her as a matter of course, that the woman⁠—who abhorred dogs even more than she did cats, if possible⁠—found herself as before, powerless to remonstrate.</p>
 			<p>When, in less than a week, however, Pollyanna brought home a small, ragged boy, and confidently claimed the same protection for him, Miss Polly did have something to say. It happened after this wise.</p>
-			<p>On a pleasant Thursday morning Pollyanna had been taking calf’s-foot jelly again to <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Snow. <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Snow and Pollyanna were the best of friends now. Their friendship had started from the third visit Pollyanna had made, the one after she had told <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Snow of the game. <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Snow herself was playing the game now, with Pollyanna. To be sure, she was not playing it very well⁠—she had been sorry for everything for so long, that it was not easy to be glad for anything now. But under Pollyanna’s cheery instructions and merry laughter at her mistakes, she was learning fast. Today, even, to Pollyanna’s huge delight, she had said that she was glad Pollyanna brought calf’s-foot jelly, because that was just what she had been wanting⁠—she did not know that Milly, at the front door, had told Pollyanna that the minister’s wife had already that day sent over a great bowlful of that same kind of jelly.</p>
+			<p>On a pleasant Thursday morning Pollyanna had been taking calf’s-foot jelly again to <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Snow. <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Snow and Pollyanna were the best of friends now. Their friendship had started from the third visit Pollyanna had made, the one after she had told <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Snow of the game. <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Snow herself was playing the game now, with Pollyanna. To be sure, she was not playing it very well⁠—she had been sorry for everything for so long, that it was not easy to be glad for anything now. But under Pollyanna’s cheery instructions and merry laughter at her mistakes, she was learning fast. Today, even, to Pollyanna’s huge delight, she had said that she was glad Pollyanna brought calf’s-foot jelly, because that was just what she had been wanting⁠—she did not know that Milly, at the front door, had told Pollyanna that the minister’s wife had already that day sent over a great bowlful of that same kind of jelly.</p>
 			<p>Pollyanna was thinking of this now when suddenly she saw the boy.</p>
 			<p>The boy was sitting in a disconsolate little heap by the roadside, whittling half-heartedly at a small stick.</p>
 			<p>“Hullo,” smiled Pollyanna, engagingly.</p>
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 			<p>“I’d work⁠—don’t forget ter say that,” cautioned the boy.</p>
 			<p>“Of course not,” promised Pollyanna, happily, sure now that her point was gained. “Then I’ll let you know tomorrow.”</p>
 			<p>“Where?”</p>
-			<p>“By the road⁠—where I found you today; near <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Snow’s house.”</p>
+			<p>“By the road⁠—where I found you today; near <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Snow’s house.”</p>
 			<p>“All right. I’ll be there.” The boy paused before he went on slowly: “Maybe I’d better go back, then, for ter-night, ter the Home. You see I hain’t no other place ter stay; and⁠—and I didn’t leave till this mornin’. I slipped out. I didn’t tell ’em I wasn’t comin’ back, else they’d pretend I couldn’t come⁠—though I’m thinkin’ they won’t do no worryin’ when I don’t show up sometime. They ain’t like <em>folks</em>, ye know. They don’t <em>care</em>!”</p>
 			<p>“I know,” nodded Pollyanna, with understanding eyes. “But I’m sure, when I see you tomorrow, I’ll have just a common home and folks that do care all ready for you. Goodbye!” she called brightly, as she turned back toward the house.</p>
 			<p>In the sitting-room window at that moment, Miss Polly, who had been watching the two children, followed with sombre eyes the boy until a bend of the road hid him from sight. Then she sighed, turned, and walked listlesly upstairs⁠—and Miss Polly did not usually move listlessly. In her ears still was the boy’s scornful “you was so good and kind.” In her heart was a curious sense of desolation⁠—as of something lost.</p>

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 			<p>The silence could almost be felt now. Some of the ladies did know this rather extraordinary niece of their fellow-member, and nearly all had heard of her; but not one of them could think of anything to say, just then.</p>
 			<p>“I⁠—I’ve come to⁠—to lay the case before you,” stammered Pollyanna, after a moment, unconsciously falling into her father’s familiar phraseology.</p>
 			<p>There was a slight rustle.</p>
-			<p>“Did⁠—did your aunt send you, my dear?” asked <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Ford, the minister’s wife.</p>
+			<p>“Did⁠—did your aunt send you, my dear?” asked <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Ford, the minister’s wife.</p>
 			<p>Pollyanna colored a little.</p>
 			<p>“Oh, no. I came all by myself. You see, I’m used to Ladies’ Aiders. It was Ladies’ Aiders that brought me up⁠—with father.”</p>
 			<p>Somebody tittered hysterically, and the minister’s wife frowned.</p>