"And it's all
trembly, too, it's so scared. You see it doesn't know, yet, that
we're going to keep it, of course."
"No--nor anybody else," retorted Miss Polly, with meaning
emphasis.
"Oh, yes, they do," nodded Pollyanna, entirely misunderstanding
her aunt's words. "I told everybody we should keep it, if I
didn't find where it belonged. I knew you'd be glad to have
it--poor little lonesome thing!"
Miss Polly opened her lips and tried to speak; but in vain. The
curious helpless feeling that had been hers so often since
Pollyanna's arrival, had her now fast in its grip.
"Of course I knew," hurried on Pollyanna, gratefully, "that you
wouldn't let a dear little lonesome kitty go hunting for a home
when you'd just taken ME in; and I said so to Mrs. Ford when she
asked if you'd let me keep it. Why, I had the Ladies' Aid, you
know, and kitty didn't have anybody. I knew you'd feel that way,"
she nodded happily, as she ran from the room.
"But, Pollyanna, Pollyanna," remonstrated Miss Polly. "I don't--"
But Pollyanna was already halfway to the kitchen, calling:
"Nancy, Nancy, just see this dear little kitty that Aunt Polly is
going to bring up along with me!" And Aunt Polly, in the sitting
room--who abhorred cats--fell back in her chair with a gasp of
dismay, powerless to remonstrate.
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