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Tonight, I will be reading

Pollyanna by Eleanor H. Porter.

So lie down, close your eyes,

and let me read you a story.

Chapter 1. Miss Polly

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 today, she was hurrying, actually hurrying.

Nancy, washing dishes at the sink, looked up in surprise.

Nancy had been working in Miss Polly's kitchen only two months,

but already she knew that her mistress did not usually hurry. Nancy. Yes, ma'am. Nancy answered cheerfully, but she still continued wiping the pitcher in her hand. Nancy,

Miss Polly's voice was very stern now. When I'm talking to you, I wish you to

stop your work and listen to what I have to say. Nancy flushed miserably. She set the picture down

at once with a cloth still about it, thereby nearly tipping it over, which did not add to her

composure.

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