THE GAME
ing on again. "I'd like ter know what yer aunt would say ter that!"
"Would you? Well, I'll tell her, then, so you can find out," promised the little girl, cheerfully.
"Mercy!" gasped Nancy. "No—no!"
"Why, you don't mean she'd care!" cried Pollyanna, plainly disturbed.
"No—er—yes—well, never mind. I—I ain't so very particular about knowin' what she'd say, truly," stammered Nancy, determined to keep one scolding from Pollyanna, if nothing more. "But, say, we better hurry. I've got ter get them dishes done, ye know."
"I'll help," promised Pollyanna, promptly.
"Oh, Miss Pollyanna!" demurred Nancy.
For a moment there was silence. The sky was darkening fast. Pollyanna took a firmer hold of her friend's arm.
"I reckon I'm glad, after all, that you did get scared—a little, 'cause then you came after me," she shivered.
"Poor little lamb! And you must be hungry, too. I— I'm afraid you'll have ter have bread and milk in the kitchen with me. Yer aunt didn't like it—because you didn't come down ter supper, ye know."
"But I couldn't. I was up here."
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