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donā€™t believe Iā€™d better count too much on the first prize; then I wonā€™t be too much disappointed when I get one of the littler ones.ā€

Pollyanna always thought of Jimmy when she went to the Snowsā€™, for it was at the side of the road near their cottage that she had first seen him as a forlorn little runaway lad from the Orphansā€™ Home years before. She thought of him again today, with a little catch of her breath. Then, with the proud lifting of her head that always came now with the second thought of Jimmy, she hurried up the Snowsā€™ doorsteps and rang the bell.

As was usually the case, the Snows had nothing but the warmest of welcomes for Pollyanna; and also as usual it was not long before they were talking of the game: in no home in Beldingsville was the glad game more ardently played than in the Snowsā€™.

ā€œWell, and how are you getting along?ā€ asked Pollyanna, when she had finished the business part of her call.

ā€œSplendidly!ā€ beamed Milly Snow. ā€œThis is the third job Iā€™ve got this week. Oh, Miss Pollyanna, Iā€™m so glad you had me take up typewriting, for you see I can do that right at home! And itā€™s all owing to you.ā€

ā€œNonsense!ā€ disclaimed Pollyanna, merrily.

ā€œBut it is. In the first place, I couldnā€™t have done it anyway if it hadnā€™t been for the gameā ā€”making mother so much better, you know, that I had some time to myself. And then, at the very first, you suggested typewriting, and helped me to buy a machine. I should like to know if that doesnā€™t come pretty near owing it all to you!ā€

But once again Pollyanna objected. This time she was interrupted by Mrs. Snow from her wheel chair by the window. And so earnestly and gravely did Mrs. Snow speak, that Pollyanna, in spite of herself, could but hear what she had to say.

ā€œListen, child, I donā€™t think you know quite what youā€™ve done. But I wish you could! Thereā€™s a little look in your eyes, my dear, today, that I donā€™t like to see there. You are plagued and worried over something, I know. I can see it. And I donā€™t wonder: your uncleā€™s death, your auntā€™s condition, everythingā ā€”I wonā€™t say more about that. But thereā€™s something I do want to say, my dear, and you must let me say it, for I canā€™t bear to see that shadow in your eyes without trying to drive it away by telling you what youā€™ve done for me, for this whole town, and for countless other people everywhere.ā€

ā€œMrs. Snow!ā€ protested Pollyanna, in genuine distress.

ā€œOh, I mean it, and I know what Iā€™m talking about,ā€ nodded the invalid, triumphantly. ā€œTo begin with, look at me. Didnā€™t you find me a fretful, whining creature who never by any chance wanted what she had until she found what she didnā€™t have? And didnā€™t you open my eyes by bringing me three kinds of things so Iā€™d have to have what I wanted, for once?ā€

ā€œOh, Mrs. Snow, was I really ever quite soā ā€”impertinent as that?ā€ murmured Pollyanna, with a painful blush.

ā€œIt wasnā€™t impertinent,ā€ objected Mrs. Snow, stoutly. ā€œYou didnā€™t mean it as impertinenceā ā€”and that made all the difference in the world. You didnā€™t preach, either, my dear. If you had, youā€™d never have got me to playing the game, nor anybody else, I fancy. But you did get me to playing itā ā€”and see what itā€™s done for me, and for Milly! Here I am so much better that I can sit in a wheel chair and go anywhere on this floor in it. That means a whole lot when it comes to waiting on yourself, and giving those around you a chance to breatheā ā€”meaning Milly, in this case. And the doctor says itā€™s all owing to the game. Then thereā€™s others, quantities of others, right in this town, that Iā€™m hearing of all the time. Nellie Mahoney broke her wrist and was so glad it wasnā€™t her leg that she didnā€™t mind the wrist at all. Old Mrs. Tibbits has lost her hearing, but sheā€™s so glad ā€™tisnā€™t her eyesight that sheā€™s actually happy. Do you remember cross-eyed Joe that they used to call Cross Joe, be cause of his temper? Nothing went to suit him either, any more than it did me. Well, somebodyā€™s taught him the game, they say, and made a different man of him. And listen, dear. Itā€™s not only this town, but other places. I had a letter yesterday from my cousin in Massachusetts, and she told me all about Mrs. Tom Payson that used to live here. Do you remember them? They lived on the way up Pendleton Hill.ā€

ā€œYes, oh, yes, I remember them,ā€ cried Pollyanna.

ā€œWell, they left here that winter you were in the Sanatorium and went to Massachusetts where my sister lives. She knows them well. She says Mrs. Payson told her all about you, and how your glad game actually saved them from a divorce. And now not only do they play it themselves, but theyā€™ve got quite a lot of others playing it down there, and theyā€™re getting still others. So you see, dear, thereā€™s no telling where that glad game of yours is going to stop. I wanted you to know. I thought it might helpā ā€”even you to play the game sometimes; for donā€™t think I donā€™t understand, dearie, that it is hard for you to play your own gameā ā€”sometimes.ā€

Pollyanna rose to her feet. She smiled, but her eyes glistened with tears, as she held out her hand in goodbye.

ā€œThank you, Mrs. Snow,ā€ she said unsteadily. ā€œIt is hardā ā€”sometimes; and maybe I did need a little help about my own game. But, anyhow, nowā ā€”ā€ her eyes flashed with their old merrimentā ā€”ā€œif any time I think I canā€™t play the game myself I can remember that I can still always be glad there are some folks playing it!ā€

Pollyanna walked home a little soberly that afternoon. Touched as she was by what Mrs. Snow had said, there was yet an

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