Just a Matter of Jelly
Pollyanna was a little late for supper on the night of the accident to John Pendleton; but, as it happened, she escaped without reproof.
Nancy met her at the door.
Well, if I aint glad ter be settin my two eyes on you, she sighed in obvious relief. Its half-past six!
I know it, admitted Pollyanna anxiously; but Im not to blametruly Im not. And I dont think even Aunt Polly will say I am, either.
She wont have the chance, retorted Nancy, with huge satisfaction. Shes gone.
Gone! gasped Pollyanna. You dont mean that Ive driven her away? Through Pollyannas mind at the moment trooped remorseful memories of the morning with its unwanted boy, cat, and dog, and its unwelcome glad and forbidden father that would spring to her forgetful little tongue. Oh, I didnt drive her away?
Not much you did, scoff ed Nancy. Her cousin died suddenly down to Boston, and she had ter go. She had one o them yeller telegram letters after you went away this afternoon, and she wont be back for three days. Now I guess were glad all right. Well be keepin house tergether, jest you and me, all that time. We will, we will!
Pollyanna looked shocked.
Glad! Oh, Nancy, when its a funeral?
Oh, but twant the funeral I was glad for, Miss Pollyanna. It was Nancy stopped abruptly. A shrewd twinkle came into her eyes. Why, Miss Pollyanna, as if it want yerself that was teachin me ter play the game, she reproached her gravely.
Pollyanna puckered her forehead into a troubled frown.
I cant help it, Nancy, she argued with a shake of her head. It must be that there are some things that tisnt right to play the game onand Im sure funerals is one of them. Theres nothing in a funeral to be glad about.
We can be glad taint ourn, she observed demurely. But Pollyanna did not hear. She had begun to tell of the accident; and in a moment Nancy, open-mouthed, was listening.
At the appointed place the next afternoon, Pollyanna met Jimmy Bean according to agreement. As was to be expected, of course, Jimmy showed keen disappointment that the Ladies Aid preferred a little India boy to himself.
Well, maybe tis natural, he sighed. Of course things you dont know about are always nicern things you do, same as the pertater on tother side of the plate is always the biggest. But I wish I looked that way ter somebody way off. Wouldnt it be jest great, now, if only somebody over in India wanted me?
Pollyanna clapped her hands.
Why, of course! Thats the very thing, Jimmy! Ill write to my Ladies Aiders about you. They arent over in India; theyre only out Westbut thats awful far away, just the same. I reckon youd think so if youd come all the way here as I did!
Jimmys face brightened.
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