Pollyanna Grows Up

inly Pollyanna, to Boston-such part of it as was priv

oston, but that she did wi

it ALL, and I can't. It's just like Aunt Polly's company dinners; there's so much to eat-I mean, to see-t

Polly's company dinners could be spread out a little over the days when there wasn't any cake and pie; and I feel the same way about Boston. I wish I could take part of it home with me up to Beldingsville so I'd have SOMETHING new next summer. But of course I ca

r "seeing Boston" by a thorough exploration of her immediate surroundings-the beautiful Commonwealth Avenue res

ung with mirrors and pictures. There were so many delightful people to know, too, for besides Mrs. Carew herself there were Mary, who dusted the drawing-rooms, answered the bell, and accompanied Po

ost a week before the first Sunday. She came dow

ays," she si

voice had the weariness

w, and Sunday school. Which do you

arew, who seldom went to church

s a minister, and of course he's really up in Heaven with mother and the rest of us, but I try to imagine him down here, lots of times; and it's easiest i

sure of that

lyanna was hurrying on. "And of course MY real ones are ever so much nicer than they used to be. But all that time I was hurt, when my legs didn't go, I just had to keep imagining all the time, just as

G

urch,

ied again to say that she was not going to church at all; that she almost never went. B

en-if we walk," she said then, almos

rst time in months the Carew pew in the very fashionable and elegant church to which

t rays from the jeweled windows, the impassioned voice of the preacher, and the reverent hush of the worshiping throng fill

nking how glad I am we don't have t

self angrily, and she would NOT listen to it from this chit of a child. Moreover, this "living one day at a time" theory was a particularly pet doctrine

Mrs. Carew

iving to-day, and I've got to-morrow still coming, and next Sunday, too. Honestly, Mrs. Carew, if it wasn't Sunday now, and on this nice quiet street, I should just dance and shout and yell. I couldn'

st. For a woman who expects, because things are so bad, to be told that she need stand only one day at a time, it is disarming

ectly now, and it was only a short walk. Pollyanna enjoyed her school very much. It was a small priva

m everything is a fresh and fascinating joy must needs result in annoyance, to say the least. And Mrs. Carew was more than annoyed. She was exasperated. Yet to herself she was forced to adm

again. She still admitted that Pollyanna had not preached-that she had not even once tried to make her play the game. What the child did

nce overflowed into irritable remonstrance. The immediate cause thereof wa

But maybe you don't know what the game

arew held

all about the game. My sister told me, and-an

llyanna in quick apology. "I didn't mean the g

ho, though she WOULD not play this silly game,

ything to be glad about; and you couldn't even begin to hunt, for there isn't anything about y

n her annoyance she said more

she differed coldly. "As it happens, you see

stared blankly. Then sh

CAREW!" s

an, forgetting all about, for the moment, that s

ed Pollyanna, still with that dazed unbel

at and sleep-and I don'

e perfectly lovely thin

ired o

bile that will t

ant to go

quite ga

ple and things you co

ot interest m

in amazement. The troubled

play the game on, and the badder they are the more fun 'tis to get them out-find the things to be gl

the window. Gradually the angry rebellion on her face changed to

why nothing that I have can make me-glad." And she began the story of Jamie, the little four-year-old

where?" faltered Pollyanna, with tea

ev

, Mrs. Carew-I'm su

shook her

ooked everywhere, ev

ust be so

e-dead, P

gave a q

N do that, and that'll help; and when we get him IMAGINED alive we can just

s-dead, Pollyanna,"

ure, do you?" besought t

-n

d it'll be a whole lot nicer while you're doing it. Don't you see? And some day, I'm just sure you'll find him. Why, Mrs. Carew, you CAN play the game

"see." She rose drearil

rstand. Now run away, please, and read, or do anyth

troubled, sober face