-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Элинор Портер
-
- Поллианна
-
- Стр. 135/191
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
Oh
,
I
understand
.
But
,
you
see
,
I
have
n't
been
here
many
years
,
so
I
do
n't
know
all
the
family
histories
.
"
"
Yes
,
sir
--
I
mean
,
no
,
sir
,
"
smiled
Pollyanna
.
There
was
a
long
pause
.
The
minister
,
still
sitting
at
the
foot
of
the
tree
,
appeared
to
have
forgotten
Pollyanna
's
presence
.
He
had
pulled
some
papers
from
his
pocket
and
unfolded
them
;
but
he
was
not
looking
at
them
.
He
was
gazing
,
instead
,
at
a
leaf
on
the
ground
a
little
distance
away
--
and
it
was
not
even
a
pretty
leaf
.
It
was
brown
and
dead
.
Pollyanna
,
looking
at
him
,
felt
vaguely
sorry
for
him
.
"
It
--
it
's
a
nice
day
,
"
she
began
hopefully
.
For
a
moment
there
was
no
answer
;
then
the
minister
looked
up
with
a
start
.
"
What
?
Oh
!
--
yes
,
it
is
a
very
nice
day
.
"
"
And
'
tis
n't
cold
at
all
,
either
,
even
if
'
tis
October
,
"
observed
Pollyanna
,
still
more
hopefully
.
"
Mr.
Pendleton
had
a
fire
,
but
he
said
he
did
n't
need
it
.
It
was
just
to
look
at
.
I
like
to
look
at
fires
,
do
n't
you
?
"
There
was
no
reply
this
time
,
though
Pollyanna
waited
patiently
,
before
she
tried
again
--
by
a
new
route
.
"
Do
You
like
being
a
minister
?
"
The
Rev.
Paul
Ford
looked
up
now
,
very
quickly
.
