“Very well, Pollyanna,” she said at last , still in that queer voice, so unlike her own; “you may you may take the jelly to Mr. Pendleton as your own gift. But understand: I do not send it. Be very sure that he does not think I do!”

“Yes’m—no’m—thank you, Aunt Polly,” exulted Pollyanna, as she flew through the door.


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