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But not yet must she speak. First Mrs. Carew must see him. Then THEN ! Even Pollyanna's imagination failed when it came to picturing the bliss in store for Mrs. Carew and Jamie at that glad reunion. She sprang lightly to her feet in utter disregard of Sir Lancelot who had come back and was nosing in her lap for more nuts. "I've got to go now, but I'll come again to-morrow.
Perhaps the laugh cleared the air; or perhaps the pathos of Jimmy Bean's story as told by Pollyanna's eager little lips touched a heart already strangely softened. At all events, when Pollyanna went home that night she carried with her an invitation for Jimmy Bean himself to call at the great house with Pollyanna the next Saturday afternoon.
I thought some of you might like him to live with you, you know." "Well, did you ever!" murmured a voice, breaking the dazed pause that followed Pollyanna's words. With anxious eyes Pollyanna swept the circle of faces about her. "Oh, I forgot to say; he will work," she supplemented eagerly. Still there was silence; then, coldly, one or two women began to question her.
I want her to tell me 'tisn't true 'tisn't true!" The nurse tried to speak, but no words came. Something in her face sent an added terror to Pollyanna's eyes. "Miss Hunt, you DID hear her! It is true! Oh, it isn't true! You don't mean I can't ever walk again?" "There, there, dear don't, don't!" choked the nurse. "Perhaps he didn't know. Perhaps he was mistaken.
She seemed, indeed, utterly indifferent to her neighbors, which was most amazing from Pollyanna's point of view; but nothing she could say appeared to change Mrs. Carew's attitude in the matter at all. "They do not interest me, Pollyanna," was all she would say; and with this, Pollyanna whom they did interest very much was forced to be content.
Miss Polly opened her lips and tried to speak; but in vain. The curious helpless feeling that had been hers so often since Pollyanna's arrival, had her now fast in its grip. "Of course I knew," hurried on Pollyanna, gratefully, "that you wouldn't let a dear little lonesome kitty go hunting for a home when you'd just taken ME in; and I said so to Mrs. Ford when she asked if you'd let me keep it.
"Pollyanna," she began, almost harshly, "I have decided to to take Jamie. The car will be here at once. I'm going after him now, and bring him home. You may come with me if you like." A great light transfigured Pollyanna's face. "Oh, oh, oh, how glad I am!" she breathed. "Why, I'm so glad I I want to cry! Mrs. Carew, why is it, when you're the very gladdest of anything, you always want to cry?"
"Still, I suppose I ought to be glad my appetite is so good." "Very likely. You'd find something to be glad about, of course. But what shall we do, child? I do wish you'd be serious for a minute." A quick change came to Pollyanna's face. "I am serious, Aunt Polly. I've been thinking. I I wish I could earn some money."
Then, suddenly, she threw back her head and drew a long breath. "One week in that house would kill me," she shuddered. "I don't believe even Pollyanna herself could so much as make a dent in the gloom! And the only thing she could be glad for there would be that she didn't have to stay." That this avowed disbelief in Pollyanna's ability to bring about a change for the better in Mrs.
Half an hour later when Miss Polly, her face expressing stern duty in every line, climbed those stairs and entered Pollyanna's room, she was greeted with a burst of eager enthusiasm. "Oh, Aunt Polly, I never saw anything so perfectly lovely and interesting in my life. I'm so glad you gave me that book to read! Why, I didn't suppose flies could carry such a lot of things on their feet, and "
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