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They talked, too, of the old days when Sadie was selling bows behind the counter, and of what Mrs. Carew had done for her. Pollyanna heard, also, something of the old father and mother "back home," and of the joy that Sadie, in her new position, had been able to bring into their lives. "And after all it's really YOU that began it, you know," she said one day to Pollyanna.
Everythin' that had anythin' about it that I liked I'd put down in the book. Then I'd just show how many 'joys' I had." "Yes, yes!" cried Pollyanna, absorbedly, as the boy paused for breath. "Well, I didn't expect to get many, but do you know? I got a lot. There was somethin' about 'most everythin' that I liked a LITTLE, so in it had to go.
Why, I had the Ladies' Aid, you know, and kitty didn't have anybody. I knew you'd feel that way," she nodded happily, as she ran from the room. "But, Pollyanna, Pollyanna," remonstrated Miss Polly. "I don't " But Pollyanna was already halfway to the kitchen, calling: "Nancy, Nancy, just see this dear little kitty that Aunt Polly is going to bring up along with me!"
"Oh, she ain't handsome, of course; but I will own up she don't look like the same woman, what with the ribbons an' lace jiggers Miss Pollyanna makes her wear 'round her neck." "I told ye so," nodded the man. "I told ye she wa'n't old." Nancy laughed. "Well, I'll own up she HAIN'T got quite so good an imitation of it as she did have, 'fore Miss Pollyanna come. Say, Mr. Tom, who WAS her A lover?
He reads books lovely books, all full of knights and lords and ladies, and he feeds the birds and squirrels and gives 'em names, and everything. And he can't walk, and he doesn't have enough to eat, lots of days," panted Pollyanna; "and he's been playing my glad game for a year, and didn't know it. And he plays it ever and ever so much better than I do.
Worse yet, neither the next day nor the next saw the clouds dispelled; and Pollyanna spent all three afternoons wandering from window to window, peering up into the sky, and anxiously demanding of every one: "DON'T you think it looks a LITTLE like clearing up?" So unusual was this behavior on the part of the cheery little girl, and so irritating was the constant questioning, that at last Mrs.
"But, Pollyanna, dear, you must not expect that they'll be quite alike," she ventured. "Why, they're SISTERS, Aunt Polly," argued the little girl, her eyes widening; "and I thought sisters were always alike. We had two sets of 'em in the Ladies' Aiders. One set was twins, and THEY were so alike you couldn't tell which was Mrs. Peck and which was Mrs. Jones, until a wart grew on Mrs.
"Why, there's there's everything," murmured Pollyanna, still with that dazed unbelief. "There there's this beautiful house." "It's just a place to eat and sleep and I don't want to eat and sleep." "But there are all these perfectly lovely things," faltered Pollyanna. "I'm tired of them." "And your automobile that will take you anywhere." "I don't want to go anywhere."
Then, as if the words fairly bubbled forth of themselves, there came this: "Oh, but what an awful, awful place that was! I just wish the man that owned it had to live in it himself and then see what he'd have to be glad for!" Mrs. Carew sat suddenly erect. Her face showed a curious change. Almost as if in appeal she flung out her hand toward Pollyanna. "Don't!" she cried.
A whimsical smile trembled on John Pendleton's lips. "Overdose of your tonic, I guess," he laughed, as he noted the doctor's eyes following Pollyanna's little figure down the driveway. Sunday mornings Pollyanna usually attended church and Sunday school. Sunday afternoons she frequently went for a walk with Nancy. She had planned one for the day after her Saturday afternoon visit to Mr.
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