The sick woman frowned.
"Why, I don't WANT anything, as I know of," she sighed.

"After all, they all taste alike!" Pollyanna chuckled.
"This won't.

Guess! If you DID want something, what would it be ?" The woman hesitated.

She did not realize it herself, but she had so long been accustomed to wanting what she did not have, that to state off-hand what she DID want seemed impossible--until she knew what she had.
Obviously, however, she must say something.

This extraordinary child was waiting.
"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.