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At

the

door

she

hesitated

,

turned

,

and

asked

timidly

:

"

I

could

n't

be

tellin

'

Miss

Pollyanna

that

--

that

you

'd

seen

Jimmy

Bean

again

,

I

s

'

pose

,

sir

,

could

I

?

"

"

I

do

n't

see

how

you

could

--

as

I

have

n't

seen

him

,

"

observed

the

man

a

little

shortly

.

"

Why

?

"

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"

Nothin

'

,

sir

,

only

--

well

,

ye

see

,

that

's

one

of

the

things

that

she

was

feelin

'

bad

about

,

that

she

could

n't

take

him

ter

see

you

,

now

.

She

said

she

'd

taken

him

once

,

but

she

did

n't

think

he

showed

off

very

well

that

day

,

and

that

she

was

afraid

you

did

n't

think

he

would

make

a

very

nice

child

's

presence

,

after

all

.

Maybe

you

know

what

she

means

by

that

;

but

I

did

n't

,

sir

.

"

"

Yes

,

I

know

--

what

she

means

.

"

"

All

right

,

sir

.

It

was

only

that

she

was

wantin

'

ter

take

him

again

,

she

said

,

so

's

ter

show

ye

he

really

was

a

lovely

child

's

presence

.

And

now

she

--

ca

n't

--

drat

that

autymobile

!

I

begs

yer

pardon

,

sir

.

Good-by

!

"

And

Nancy

fled

precipitately

.

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It

did

not

take

long

for

the

entire

town

of

Beldingsville

to

learn

that

the

great

New

York

doctor

had

said

Pollyanna

Whittier

would

never

walk

again

;

and

certainly

never

before

had

the

town

been

so

stirred

.

Everybody

knew

by

sight

now

the

piquant

little

freckled

face

that

had

always

a

smile

of

greeting

;

and

almost

everybody

knew

of

the

"

game

"

that

Pollyanna

was

playing

.

To

think

that

now

never

again

would

that

smiling

face

be

seen

on

their

streets

--

never

again

would

that

cheery

little

voice

proclaim

the

gladness

of

some

everyday

experience

!

It

seemed

unbelievable

,

impossible

,

cruel

.

In

kitchens

and

sitting

rooms

,

and

over

back-yard

fences

women

talked

of

it

,

and

wept

openly

.

On

street

corners

and

in

store

lounging-places

the

men

talked

,

too

,

and

wept

--

though

not

so

openly

.

And

neither

the

talking

nor

the

weeping

grew

less

when

fast

on

the

heels

of

the

news

itself

,

came

Nancy

's

pitiful

story

that

Pollyanna

,

face

to

face

with

what

had

come

to

her

,

was

bemoaning

most

of

all

the

fact

that

she

could

not

play

the

game

;

that

she

could

not

now

be

glad

over

--

anything

.

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