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"
By
the
road
--
where
I
found
you
to-day
;
near
Mrs.
Snow
's
house
.
"
"
All
right
.
I
'll
be
there
.
"
The
boy
paused
before
he
went
on
slowly
:
"
Maybe
I
'd
better
go
back
,
then
,
for
ter-night
,
ter
the
Home
.
You
see
I
hai
n't
no
other
place
ter
stay
;
and
--
and
I
did
n't
leave
till
this
mornin
'
.
I
slipped
out
.
I
did
n't
tell
'
em
I
was
n't
comin
'
back
,
else
they
'd
pretend
I
could
n't
come
--
though
I
'm
thinkin
'
they
wo
n't
do
no
worryin
'
when
I
do
n't
show
up
sometime
.
They
ai
n't
like
FOLKS
,
ye
know
.
They
do
n't
CARE
!
"
"
I
know
,
"
nodded
Pollyanna
,
with
understanding
eyes
.
"
But
I
'm
sure
,
when
I
see
you
to-morrow
,
I
'll
have
just
a
common
home
and
folks
that
do
care
all
ready
for
you
.
Good-by
!
"
she
called
brightly
,
as
she
turned
back
toward
the
house
.
In
the
sitting-room
window
at
that
moment
,
Miss
Polly
,
who
had
been
watching
the
two
children
,
followed
with
sombre
eyes
the
boy
until
a
bend
of
the
road
hid
him
from
sight
.
Then
she
sighed
,
turned
,
and
walked
listlesly
up-stairs
--
and
Miss
Polly
did
not
usually
move
listlessly
.
In
her
ears
still
was
the
boy
's
scornful
"
you
was
so
good
and
kind
.
"
In
her
heart
was
a
curious
sense
of
desolation
--
as
of
something
lost
.
Dinner
,
which
came
at
noon
in
the
Harrington
homestead
,
was
a
silent
meal
on
the
day
of
the
Ladies
'
Aid
meeting
.
Pollyanna
,
it
is
true
,
tried
to
talk
;
but
she
did
not
make
a
success
of
it
,
chiefly
because
four
times
she
was
obliged
to
break
off
a
"
glad
"
in
the
middle
of
it
,
much
to
her
blushing
discomfort
.
The
fifth
time
it
happened
,
Miss
Polly
moved
her
head
wearily
.
"
There
,
there
,
child
,
say
it
,
if
you
want
to
,
"
she
sighed
.
"
I
'm
sure
I
'd
rather
you
did
than
not
if
it
's
going
to
make
all
this
fuss
.
"
Pollyanna
's
puckered
little
face
cleared
.
"
Oh
,
thank
you
.
I
'm
afraid
it
would
be
pretty
hard
--
not
to
say
it
.
You
see
I
've
played
it
so
long
.
"
"
You
've
--
what
?
"
demanded
Aunt
Polly
.
"
Played
it
--
the
game
,
you
know
,
that
father
--
"
Pollyanna
stopped
with
a
painful
blush
at
finding
herself
so
soon
again
on
forbidden
ground
.
