| "Well, of course, there's lamb broth —" "I've got it!" crowed Pollyanna. "But that's what I didn't want," sighed the sick woman, sure now of what her stomach craved. "It was chicken I wanted." "Oh, I've got that too," chuckled Pollyanna. The woman turned in amazement. "Both of them?" she demanded. "Yes — and calves' foot jelly," triumphed Pollyanna. "I was just bound you should have what you wanted for once, so Nancy and I fixed it." |