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Pollyanna
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Miss Polly Harrington entered her kitchen a little hurriedly this June morning. Miss Polly did not usually make hurried movements; she specially prided herself on her repose of manner. But to-day she was hurrying-actually hurrying.Nancy, washing dishes at the sink, looked up in surprise. Nancy had been working in Miss Pollys kitchen only two months, but already she knew that her mistress did not usually hurry.Nancy!Yes, maam. Nancy answered cheerfully, but she still continued wiping the pitcher in her hand.Nancy,-Miss Pollys voice was very stern now-when Im talking to you, I wish you to stop your work and listen to what I have to say.Nancy flushed miserably. She set the pitcher down at once, with the cloth still about it, thereby nearly tipping it over-which did not add to her composure.Yes, maam; I will, maam, she stammered, righting the pitcher, and turning hastily. I was only keepin on with my work cause you specially told me this mornin ter hurry with my dishes, ye know.Her mistress frowned.That will do, Nancy. I did not ask for explanations. I asked for your attention.
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