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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
?
"
"
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
.
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
.
