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"
Oh
,
I
'm
so
glad
,
GLAD
,
GLAD
to
see
you
,
"
cried
an
eager
voice
in
her
ear
.
"
Of
course
I
'm
Pollyanna
,
and
I
'm
so
glad
you
came
to
meet
me
!
I
hoped
you
would
.
"
"
You
--
you
did
?
"
stammered
Nancy
,
vaguely
wondering
how
Pollyanna
could
possibly
have
known
her
--
and
wanted
her
.
"
You
--
you
did
?
"
she
repeated
,
trying
to
straighten
her
hat
.
"
Oh
,
yes
;
and
I
've
been
wondering
all
the
way
here
what
you
looked
like
,
"
cried
the
little
girl
,
dancing
on
her
toes
,
and
sweeping
the
embarrassed
Nancy
from
head
to
foot
,
with
her
eyes
.
"
And
now
I
know
,
and
I
'm
glad
you
look
just
like
you
do
look
.
"
Nancy
was
relieved
just
then
to
have
Timothy
come
up
.
Pollyanna
's
words
had
been
most
confusing
.
"
This
is
Timothy
.
Maybe
you
have
a
trunk
,
"
she
stammered
.
"
Yes
,
I
have
,
"
nodded
Pollyanna
,
importantly
.
"
I
've
got
a
brand-new
one
.
The
Ladies
'
Aid
bought
it
for
me
--
and
was
n't
it
lovely
of
them
,
when
they
wanted
the
carpet
so
?
Of
course
I
do
n't
know
how
much
red
carpet
a
trunk
could
buy
,
but
it
ought
to
buy
some
,
anyhow
--
much
as
half
an
aisle
,
do
n't
you
think
?
I
've
got
a
little
thing
here
in
my
bag
that
Mr.
Gray
said
was
a
check
,
and
that
I
must
give
it
to
you
before
I
could
get
my
trunk
.
Mr.
Gray
is
Mrs.
Gray
's
husband
.
They
're
cousins
of
Deacon
Carr
's
wife
.
I
came
East
with
them
,
and
they
're
lovely
!
And
--
there
,
here
'
tis
,
"
she
finished
,
producing
the
check
after
much
fumbling
in
the
bag
she
carried
.
Nancy
drew
a
long
breath
.
Instinctively
she
felt
that
some
one
had
to
draw
one
--
after
that
speech
.
Then
she
stole
a
glance
at
Timothy
.
Timothy
's
eyes
were
studiously
turned
away
.
The
three
were
off
at
last
,
with
Pollyanna
's
trunk
in
behind
,
and
Pollyanna
herself
snugly
ensconced
between
Nancy
and
Timothy
.
During
the
whole
process
of
getting
started
,
the
little
girl
had
kept
up
an
uninterrupted
stream
of
comments
and
questions
,
until
the
somewhat
dazed
Nancy
found
herself
quite
out
of
breath
trying
to
keep
up
with
her
.
"
There
!
Is
n't
this
lovely
?
Is
it
far
?
I
hope
'
tis
--
I
love
to
ride
,
"
sighed
Pollyanna
,
as
the
wheels
began
to
turn
.
"
Of
course
,
if
'
tis
n't
far
,
I
sha
'n'
t
mind
,
though
,
'
cause
I
'll
be
glad
to
get
there
all
the
sooner
,
you
know
.
What
a
pretty
street
!
I
knew
'
twas
going
to
be
pretty
;
father
told
me
--
"
She
stopped
with
a
little
choking
breath
.
Nancy
,
looking
at
her
apprehensively
,
saw
that
her
small
chin
was
quivering
,
and
that
her
eyes
were
full
of
tears
.
In
a
moment
,
however
,
she
hurried
on
,
with
a
brave
lifting
of
her
head
.
"
Father
told
me
all
about
it
.
He
remembered
.
And
--
and
I
ought
to
have
explained
before
.
Mrs.
Gray
told
me
to
,
at
once
--
about
this
red
gingham
dress
,
you
know
,
and
why
I
'm
not
in
black
.
She
said
you
'd
think
'
twas
queer
.
But
there
were
n't
any
black
things
in
the
last
missionary
barrel
,
only
a
lady
's
velvet
basque
which
Deacon
Carr
's
wife
said
was
n't
suitable
for
me
at
all
;
besides
,
it
had
white
spots
--
worn
,
you
know
--
on
both
elbows
,
and
some
other
places
.
Part
of
the
Ladies
'
Aid
wanted
to
buy
me
a
black
dress
and
hat
,
but
the
other
part
thought
the
money
ought
to
go
toward
the
red
carpet
they
're
trying
to
get
--
for
the
church
,
you
know
.
Mrs.
White
said
maybe
it
was
just
as
well
,
anyway
,
for
she
did
n't
like
children
in
black
--
that
is
,
I
mean
,
she
liked
the
children
,
of
course
,
but
not
the
black
part
.
"
