"
Quietly, but with confident courage, Pollyanna ascended the
chapel steps, pushed open the door and entered the vestibule. A
soft babel of feminine chatter and laughter came from the main
room. Hesitating only a brief moment Pollyanna pushed open one of
the inner doors.
The chatter dropped to a surprised hush. Pollyanna advanced a
little timidly. Now that the time had come, she felt unwontedly
shy. After all, these half-strange, half-familiar faces about her
were not her own dear Ladies' Aid.
"How do you do, Ladies' Aiders?" she faltered politely. "I'm
Pollyanna Whittier. I--I reckon some of you know me, maybe;
anyway, I do YOU--only I don't know you all together this way."
The silence could almost be felt now. Some of the ladies did know
this rather extraordinary niece of their fellow-member, and
nearly all had heard of her; but not one of them could think of
anything to say, just then.
"I--I've come to--to lay the case before you," stammered
Pollyanna, after a moment, unconsciously falling into her
father's familiar phraseology.
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