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“Why, Aunt Polly, there IS something I can be glad about, after all. I can be glad I’ve HAD my legs, anyway – else I couldn’t have done – that!”

“Which makes me all the gladder, you know, that I HAVE had my legs,” Pollyanna confided to her aunt afterwards.

Why, Aunt Polly, I don’t know but I’m so glad that I don’t mind – even my legs, now!”

“Why, Miss Hunt, if I can’t walk, how am I ever going to be glad for – ANYTHING?”

“Well, you see, since I have been hurt, you’ve called me ‘dear’ lots of times – and you didn’t before. I love to be called ‘dear’ – by folks that belong to you, I mean. Some of the Ladies’ Aiders did call me that; and of course that was pretty nice, but not so nice as if they had belonged to me, like you do. Oh, Aunt Polly, I’m so glad you belong to me!”

“I am. I’ve been thinking of ’em – lots of ’em – all the time I’ve been looking up at that rainbow. I love rainbows.

catching – measles are, I mean – and they wouldn’t let you stay here.”

“I’m glad it isn’t smallpox that ails me, too,” she murmured contentedly. “That would be worse than freckles. And I’m glad ’tisn’t whooping cough – I’ve had that, and it’s horrid – and I’m glad ’tisn’t appendicitis nor measles, ’cause they’re

“Yes. I’d so much rather have broken legs like Mr. Pendleton’s than lifelong-invalids like Mrs. Snow, you know. Broken legs get well, and lifelong-invalids don’t.”

“I know. It takes a woman’s hand and heart, or a child’s presence to make a home,” she said.