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A LETTER FROM POLLYANNA
my bed, so I could see you. You always do think of the gladdest things!
"Pretty soon, they say, I shall go home. I wish I could walk all the way there. I do. I don't think I shall ever want to ride anywhere any more. It will be so good just to walk. Oh, I'm so glad! I'm glad for everything. Why, I'm glad now I lost my legs for a while, for you never, never know how perfectly lovely legs are till you haven't got them—that go, I mean. I'm going to walk eight steps tomorrow.
"With heaps of love to everybody,
THE END.
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