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Book, page 71 / 234 that I liked I'd put down in the book. Then I'd just show how many 'joys' I had." "Yes, yes!" cried Pollyanna, absorbedly, as the boy paused for breath. "Well, I didn't expect to get many, but--do you know?--I got a lot. There was somethin' about 'most everythin' that I liked a LITTLE, so in it had to go. The very first one was the book itself--that I'd got it, you know, to write in. Then somebody give me a flower in a pot, and Jerry found a dandy book in the subway. After that it was really fun to hunt 'em out--I'd find 'em in such queer places, sometimes. Then one day Jerry got hold of the little notebook, and found out what 'twas. Then he give it its name--the Jolly Book. And--and that's all." "All--ALL!" cried Pollyanna, delight and amazement struggling for the mastery on her glowing little face. "Why, that's the game! You're playing the glad game, and don't know it--only you're playing it ever and ever so much better than I ever could! Why, I--I couldn't play it at all, I'm afraid, if I--I didn't have enough to eat, and couldn't ever walk, or anything," she choked. "The game? What game? I don't know anything about any game," frowned the boy. Pollyanna clapped her hands. "I know you don't--I know you don't, and that's why it's so perfectly lovely, and so--so wonderful! But listen. I'll tell you what the game is." And she told him. "Gee!" breathed the boy appreciatively, when she had finished. "Now what do you think of that!" "And here you are, playing MY game better than anybody I ever saw, and I don't even know your name yet, nor anything!" exclaimed Pollyanna, in almost awestruck tones. "But I want to;--I want to know everything."
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