Pollyanna Grows Up
Carew must be persuaded to go with her for a walk in the Public Garden. Just how
rew false hopes, the result might be disastrous. Pollyanna knew, from what Mary had told her, that twice already Mrs. Carew had been made very ill by the great disappointment of following alluring clues that had led to some boy very diffe
to realize that there would be no Public Garden stroll that day. Worse yet, neither the next day nor the next saw the clouds dispelled; and Pollyanna spent all th
ry little girl, and so irritating was the constant q
ried. "I never knew you to fret so about the weather
ddened and l
bout it I can be glad for, if I'll only hunt for it. I can be glad that-that it will HAVE to stop raining so
especi
eak unconcernedly. "I-I thought maybe you'd like to go with me, too." Outwardly Pollyanna
d Mrs. Carew, with brows slightly uplifted.
't REFUSE!" faltered Po
ve re
convulsively. She ha
when it gets pleasant," she begged. "You see, for a-a s
sive; but something in Pollyanna's pleading eyes must have changed
o, YOU must promise not to go near the window for an hour, a
ht that was almost a sunbeam, came aslant through the window, she cried joyously: "
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
his accustomed place, was making frantic search in every nook and corner of the Garden. To Pollyanna it seemed that she could not have it so. Here she was in the Garden, and here with her was Mrs. Carew
nce occasionally there came a day of sunshine, Pollyanna always flew to the Garden; but in vain. Jamie was never there. It was the middle of November now, and even the Garden itself was full of dreariness. The trees were bare, the benches almost empty, and not one boat was on the little
e was Jamie-I just know he was Jamie. And now I'll have to wait and wait till spring comes, and it's warm enough for him to c
ng through the upper hallway heard angry voices in the hall below, on
voice wa
ants ter see the kid, Pollyanna. I got a message for her from-from Sir
ollyanna turned and fair
here!" she panted, stumbling forwar
lf with outstretched arms upon the boy when
anna, do you mean to say yo
fore he could speak Pollyanna i
. He belongs to one of
that found me and brou
e boy she turned with
? Did Jamie
e hay a month ago, and
t?" puzzled
e's sick, I mean, and he wan
y!" grieved Pollyanna.
y hat and coa
approval. "As if Mrs. Carew would let you
jected Pollyanna. "I've known hi
Mrs. Carew icily from the drawing-room doorway. "Po
urned with
, you'll let me
wh
polite. "He's sort of off his feed, ye know, and he wouldn't give me no peace till I come
yn't I?" plea
arew f
t, Pollyanna! I wonder you are wild
ou to come, too,"
ible. You may give this boy here
e for money," resented the boy, hi
boy that found me when I was lost, and brought me h
ew shook
the question
the other boy is s
't hel
ng. 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 m
flamed into Mrs
for insisting upon doing something you know I disapprove of. I CAN NOT
-terrified, half-exalted, she lifted her chin and squarely
re. I wanted you to see him first. But now I've got to tell
!" Mrs. Carew's face
es
ossi
e was six years old, and he can't remember his mother. He's twelve years old, he thinks. These fol
ure. Mrs. Carew was even whiter than befor
as possible. Pollyanna, get your hat and coat. Boy, wait here, please. We'll
he boy drew a
't goin' ter go in a buzz-wagon! Some clas
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