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Then suddenly her eyes filled with tears at the look of ineffable joy that illumined Jamie's face. It was a very determined, square-jawed young man that alighted at the Beldingsville station late that Saturday night.
For six years she had spent her winters in Germany, her summers leisurely traveling with Dr. Chilton and his wife. Only once during that time had she been in Beldingsville, and then it was for but a short four weeks the summer she was sixteen. Now she was coming home to stay, report said; she and her Aunt Polly. The doctor would not be with them.
Pollyanna said that her aunt seemed possessed with the idea that Beldingsville had not approved of her marrying Dr. Chilton in the first place, at her age; and now that he was dead, she felt that they were utterly out of sympathy in any grief that she might show. She resented keenly, too, the fact that they must now know that she was poor as well as widowed.
She learned that Boston was not Beldingsville, and that she must not think it was. "But, Mrs. Carew," she finally argued despairingly, "I AM here, and I didn't get lost for keeps. Seems as if I ought to be glad for that instead of thinking all the time of the sorry things that might have happened." "Yes, yes, child, I suppose so, I suppose so," sighed Mrs.
That she would ever attempt to explore Boston streets by herself, never occurred to Mrs. Carew, hence she naturally had never forbidden it. In Beldingsville, however, Pollyanna had found especially at the first her chief diversion in strolling about the rambling old village streets in search of new friends and new adventures. On this particular Saturday afternoon Mrs.
"I am hoping you can tell me of some quiet private family in Beldingsville that will be willing to take my sister to board for the summer. There would be three of them, Mrs. Carew, her secretary, and her adopted son, Jamie. My sister is very tired, and the doctor has advised her to go into the country for a complete rest and change. He suggested Vermont or New Hampshire.
Just living along and KNOWING you're going to have everything you want is so so humdrum, you know," she finished, with a gay little laugh. Mrs. Chilton, however, did not laugh. She only sighed and said: "Dear me, Pollyanna, what a child you are!" The first few days at Beldingsville were not easy either for Mrs. Chilton or for Pollyanna.
Much as she knew she would miss them, Pollyanna drew an actual sigh of relief as the train bearing them away rolled out of the Beldingsville station. Pollyanna would not have admitted having this feeling of relief to any one else, and even to herself she apologized in her thoughts.
Beldingsville, of course, kept itself informed concerning Pollyanna; and of Beldingsville, one man in particular fumed and fretted himself into a fever of anxiety over the daily bulletins which he managed in some way to procure from the bed of suffering.
Six months before, the town had been shocked and saddened by the news that the doctor had died suddenly. Beldingsville had expected then that Mrs. Chilton and Pollyanna would return at once to the old home. But they had not come. Instead had come word that the widow and her niece would remain abroad for a time. The report said that, in entirely new surroundings, Mrs.
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