"He's for you. I brought him home--so he could
live here, you know. He wants a home and folks. I told him how
good you were to me, and to Fluffy and Buffy, and that I knew you
would be to him, because of course he's even nicer than cats and
dogs."
Miss Polly dropped back in her chair and raised a shaking hand to
her throat. The old helplessness was threatening once more to
overcome her. With a visible struggle, however, Miss Polly pulled
herself suddenly erect.
"That will do, Pollyanna. This is a little the most absurd thing
you've done yet. As if tramp cats and mangy dogs weren't bad
enough but you must needs bring home ragged little beggars from
the street, who--"
There was a sudden stir from the boy. His eyes flashed and his
chin came up. With two strides of his sturdy little legs he
confronted Miss Polly fearlessly.
"I ain't a beggar, marm, an' I don't want nothin' o' you. I was
cal'latin' ter work, of course, fur my board an' keep. I wouldn't
have come ter your old house, anyhow, if this 'ere girl hadn't
'a' made me, a-tellin' me how you was so good an' kind that you'd
be jest dyin' ter take me in.
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