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Don't you think so?" she stammered, after a while. There was no answer. Nancy was very busy, apparently, with her head in the trunk. Pollyanna, standing at the bureau, gazed a little wistfully at the bare wall above. "And I can be glad there isn't any looking-glass here, too, 'cause where there ISN'T any glass I can't see my freckles."
I ain't goin' to stay in that room, and I ain't goin' to go to any old library to read, neither. It's our last half-holiday this year and an extra one, at that; and I'm going to have a good time for once. I'm just as young, and I like to laugh and joke just as well as them girls I sell bows to all day. Well, to-day I'm going to laugh and joke." Pollyanna smiled and nodded her approval.
Unmistakably it "cleared up" the next morning. But, though the sun shone brightly, there was a sharp chill in the air, and by afternoon, when Pollyanna came home from school, there was a brisk wind. In spite of protests, however, she insisted that it was a beautiful day out, and that she should be perfectly miserable if Mrs. Carew would not come for a walk in the Public Garden. And Mrs.
Pollyanna snapped her fingers at the dog and looked expectantly down the path. She had seen the dog once before, she was sure. He had been then with the Man, Mr. John Pendleton. She was looking now, hoping to see him. For some minutes she watched eagerly, but he did not appear. Then she turned her attention toward the dog. The dog, as even Pollyanna could see, was acting strangely.
Carew flushed an angry red, and turned as if to go; but Pollyanna caught her arm and held it, talking meanwhile almost frenziedly to the girl behind the counter, who happened, at the moment, to be free from customers. "Oh, but she will, she will," Pollyanna was saying. "She wants you to come I know she does.
Of course, if Pollyanna once begins to preach but she hasn't yet; so I can't, with a clear conscience, send her back to you." Della, reading this letter at the Sanatorium, laughed aloud at the conclusion. "'Hasn't preached yet, indeed!" she chuckled to herself. "Bless her dear heart!
"But you don't mean you can't mean that it was Miss Polly Harrington who sent that jelly to me?" he said slowly. Pollyanna looked distressed. "N-no, sir: she didn't. She said I must be very sure not to let you think she did send it. But I " "I thought as much," vouchsafed the man, shortly, turning away his head. And Pollyanna, still more distressed, tiptoed from the room.
Not until his wild dash for safety with Pollyanna in his arms had he realized how precious she was to him. For a moment, indeed, with his arms about her, and hers clinging about his neck, he had felt that she was indeed his; and even in that supreme moment of danger he knew the thrill of supreme bliss. Then, a little later, he had seen Jamie's face, and Jamie's hands.
Chilton, "how you do run on! I should think you were a dozen years old instead of a woman grown. Now what are you talking about?" "About a boarding place for Mrs. Carew and Jamie. I've found it," babbled Pollyanna. "Indeed! Well, what of it? Of what possible interest can that be to me, child?" murmured Mrs. Chilton, drearily. "Because it's HERE. I'm going to have them here, auntie." "Pollyanna!"
Aren't you glad that that the medicine worked?" Mrs. Chilton dropped despairingly back in her chair. "There you go again, Thomas," she sighed. "Of COURSE I'm glad that this misguided woman has forsaken the error of her ways and found that she can be of use to some one. And of course I'm glad that Pollyanna did it.
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