“They must be pro-fi-ta-ble as well?”
“Certainly.”
“What is being pro-fi-ta-ble?”
“Why, it—it's just being profitable—having profit, something to show for it, Pollyanna. What an extraordinary child you are!”
“Then just being glad isn't pro-fi-ta-ble?” questioned Pollyanna, a little anxiously.
“Certainly not.”
“O dear! Then you wouldn't like it, of course. I'm afraid, now, you won't ever play the game, Aunt Polly.”
“Game? What game?”
“Why, that father—” Pollyanna clapped her hand to her lips. “N-nothing,” she stammered. Miss Polly frowned.
“That will do for this morning, Pollyanna,” she said tersely. And the sewing lesson was over.