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She was on the stairway now.

“Oh, Aunt Polly, Aunt Polly,” breathed the little girl; “what a perfectly lovely, lovely house! How awfully glad you must be you're so rich!”

“Pollyanna!” ejaculated her aunt. “I'm surprised at you – making a speech like that to me!”

“Why, Aunt Polly, AREN'T you?” asked Pollyanna, in wonder.