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“Maybe. But what I mean is, that legs don’t last – broken ones, you know – like lifelong invalids, same as Mrs. Snow has got. So yours won’t last till doomsday at all. I should think you could be glad of that.”

“Oh, no! It couldn’t be till doomsday, you know, when the angel Gabriel blows his trumpet, unless it should come quicker than we think it will – oh, of course, I know the Bible says it may come quicker than we think, but I don’t think it will – that is, of course I believe the Bible; but I mean I don’t think it will come as much quicker as it would if it should come now, and – ”

“Oh, but Aunt Polly, HERS will last. She can always be sick and have things, you know; but his is just a broken leg, and legs don’t last – I mean, broken ones. He’s had it a whole week now.”

“Oh, that’s all right, then. I’m glad I’m EXtraordinary,” sighed Pollyanna, her face clearing. “You see, Mrs. White used to say Mrs. Rawson was a very ordinary woman – and she disliked Mrs. Rawson something awful. They were always fight – I mean, father had – that is, I mean, WE had more trouble keeping peace between them than we did between any of the rest of the Aiders,” corrected Pollyanna, a little breathless from her efforts to steer between the Scylla of her father’s past commands in regard to speaking of church quarrels, and the Charybdis[101] of her aunt’s present commands in regard to speaking of her father.

“Aunt Polly, please, what is extraordinary? If you’re EXtraordinary you can’t be ORdinary, can you?”

“I can’t help it, Nancy,” she argued with a shake of her head. “It must be that there are some things that ’tisn’t right to play the game on – and I’m sure funerals is one of them. There’s nothing in a funeral to be glad about.”

“Oh, lots of ways; there – like that – the way you act with the dog,” she added, pointing to the long, slender hand that rested on the dog’s sleek head near him. “It’s funny how dogs and cats know the insides of folks better than other folks do, isn’t it? Say, I’m going to hold your head,” she finished abruptly.

“But you’re only cross OUTSIDE – You aren’t cross inside a bit!”

“Why, Aunt Polly, I just told you!” Pollyanna’s eyes were wide with surprise. “He’s for you. I brought him home – so he could live here, you know. He wants a home and folks. I told him how good you were to me, and to Fluffy and Buffy, and that I knew you would be to him, because of course he’s even nicer than cats and dogs.”

“Now you don’t look as if you’d be glad even for calf’s-foot jelly,” she chuckled, stopping before him.