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A
great
many
ladies
talked
then
,
and
several
of
them
talked
all
at
once
,
and
even
more
loudly
and
more
unpleasantly
than
before
.
It
seemed
that
their
society
was
famous
for
its
offering
to
Hindu
missions
,
and
several
said
they
should
die
of
mortification
if
it
should
be
less
this
year
.
Some
of
what
was
said
at
this
time
Pollyanna
again
thought
she
could
not
have
understood
,
too
,
for
it
sounded
almost
as
if
they
did
not
care
at
all
what
the
money
DID
,
so
long
as
the
sum
opposite
the
name
of
their
society
in
a
certain
"
report
"
"
headed
the
list
"
--
and
of
course
that
could
not
be
what
they
meant
at
all
!
But
it
was
all
very
confusing
,
and
not
quite
pleasant
,
so
that
Pollyanna
was
glad
,
indeed
,
when
at
last
she
found
herself
outside
in
the
hushed
,
sweet
air
--
only
she
was
very
sorry
,
too
:
for
she
knew
it
was
not
going
to
be
easy
,
or
anything
but
sad
,
to
tell
Jimmy
Bean
to-morrow
that
the
Ladies
'
Aid
had
decided
that
they
would
rather
send
all
their
money
to
bring
up
the
little
India
boys
than
to
save
out
enough
to
bring
up
one
little
boy
in
their
own
town
,
for
which
they
would
not
get
"
a
bit
of
credit
in
the
report
,
"
according
to
the
tall
lady
who
wore
spectacles
.
"
Not
but
that
it
's
good
,
of
course
,
to
send
money
to
the
heathen
,
and
I
should
n't
want
'
em
not
to
send
SOME
there
,
"
sighed
Pollyanna
to
herself
,
as
she
trudged
sorrowfully
along
"
But
they
acted
as
if
little
boys
HERE
were
n't
any
account
--
only
little
boys
'
way
off
.
I
should
THINK
,
though
,
they
'd
rather
see
Jimmy
Bean
grow
--
than
just
a
report
!
"
Pollyanna
had
not
turned
her
steps
toward
home
,
when
she
left
the
chapel
.
She
had
turned
them
,
instead
,
toward
Pendleton
Hill
.
It
had
been
a
hard
day
,
for
all
it
had
been
a
"
vacation
one
"
(
as
she
termed
the
infrequent
days
when
there
was
no
sewing
or
cooking
lesson
)
,
and
Pollyanna
was
sure
that
nothing
would
do
her
quite
so
much
good
as
a
walk
through
the
green
quiet
of
Pendleton
Woods
.
Up
Pendleton
Hill
,
therefore
,
she
climbed
steadily
,
in
spite
of
the
warm
sun
on
her
back
.
"
I
do
n't
have
to
get
home
till
half-past
five
,
anyway
,
"
she
was
telling
herself
;
"
and
it
'll
be
so
much
nicer
to
go
around
by
the
way
of
the
woods
,
even
if
I
do
have
to
climb
to
get
there
.
"
It
was
very
beautiful
in
the
Pendleton
Woods
,
as
Pollyanna
knew
by
experience
.
But
to-day
it
seemed
even
more
delightful
than
ever
,
notwithstanding
her
disappointment
over
what
she
must
tell
Jimmy
Bean
to-morrow
.
"
I
wish
they
were
up
here
--
all
those
ladies
who
talked
so
loud
,
"
sighed
Pollyanna
to
herself
,
raising
her
eyes
to
the
patches
of
vivid
blue
between
the
sunlit
green
of
the
tree-tops
.
"
Anyhow
,
if
they
were
up
here
,
I
just
reckon
they
'd
change
and
take
Jimmy
Bean
for
their
little
boy
,
all
right
,
"
she
finished
,
secure
in
her
conviction
,
but
unable
to
give
a
reason
for
it
,
even
to
herself
.
Suddenly
Pollyanna
lifted
her
head
and
listened
.
A
dog
had
barked
some
distance
ahead
.
A
moment
later
he
came
dashing
toward
her
,
still
barking
.
"
Hullo
,
doggie
--
hullo
!
"
Pollyanna
snapped
her
fingers
at
the
dog
and
looked
expectantly
down
the
path
.
She
had
seen
the
dog
once
before
,
she
was
sure
.
He
had
been
then
with
the
Man
,
Mr.
John
Pendleton
.
She
was
looking
now
,
hoping
to
see
him
.
For
some
minutes
she
watched
eagerly
,
but
he
did
not
appear
.
Then
she
turned
her
attention
toward
the
dog
.
The
dog
,
as
even
Pollyanna
could
see
,
was
acting
strangely
.
He
was
still
barking
--
giving
little
short
,
sharp
yelps
,
as
if
of
alarm
.
He
was
running
back
and
forth
,
too
,
in
the
path
ahead
.
Soon
they
reached
a
side
path
,
and
down
this
the
little
dog
fairly
flew
,
only
to
come
back
at
once
,
whining
and
barking
.
