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It was Jimmy who sprang forward to meet her, and who, without one minute's hesitation, took her in his arms and kissed her. "Oh, Jimmy, before all these people!" breathed Pollyanna in embarrassed protest. "Pooh! I should have kissed you then, Pollyanna, if you'd been straight in the middle of of Washington Street itself," vowed Jimmy.
Countless little circumstances of the past summer flocked to Pollyanna's memory now, mute witnesses that would not be denied. And why should he not care for her? Mrs. Carew was certainly beautiful and charming. True, she was older than Jimmy; but young men had married women far older than she, many times. And if they loved each other Pollyanna cried herself to sleep that night.
Chilton to asking really interested questions about the new Home for Working Girls, and Sadie Dean and Jamie were quarreling over the chance to help with the pea-shelling or the flower-picking. The Carews had been at the Harrington homestead nearly a week when one evening John Pendleton and Jimmy called. Pollyanna had been hoping they would come soon.
"Oh, it's you!" it broke off not very graciously, as Pollyanna advanced toward the bed. "Yes, sir," smiled Pollyanna. "Oh, I'm so glad they let me in! You see, at first the lady 'most took my jelly, and I was so afraid I wasn't going to see you at all. Then the doctor came, and he said I might. Wasn't he lovely to let me see you?"
Not since Pollyanna Whittier came home from the Sanatorium, WALKING, had there been such a chatter of talk over back-yard fences and on every street corner. To-day, too, the center of interest was Pollyanna. Once again Pollyanna was coming home but so different a Pollyanna, and so different a homecoming! Pollyanna was twenty now.
Carew wondered at Pollyanna's interest until one day she herself stopped and listened. After that she wondered no longer but she listened a good deal longer. Crude and incorrect as was much of the boy's language, it was always wonderfully vivid and picturesque, so that Mrs. Carew found herself, hand in hand with Pollyanna, trailing down the Golden Ages at the beck of a glowing-eyed boy.
Snow speak, that Pollyanna, in spite of herself, could but hear what she had to say. "Listen, child, I don't think you know quite what you've done. But I wish you could! There's a little look in your eyes, my dear, to-day, that I don't like to see there. You are plagued and worried over something, I know. I can see it.
Carew thought that this closed the matter, however, she was again mistaken; for her days were still restless, and her nights were still either sleepless or filled with dreams of a "may be" or a "might be" masquerading as an "it is so." She was, moreover, having a difficult time with Pollyanna. Pollyanna was puzzled. She was filled with questionings and unrest.
Carew; but not anywhere to be found was Jamie and yet not one word could she say to Mrs. Carew insisted on going home; and despairingly Pollyanna went. Sorry days came to Pollyanna then. What to her was perilously near a second deluge but according to Mrs.
Chilton excused herself, but Pollyanna, utterly worn out from a long day with her aunt, welcomed him joyously. But even here she found a fly in the amber of her content; for John Pendleton had brought with him a letter from Jimmy, and the letter was full of nothing but the plans he and Mrs.
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