"Yes, yes; well, never mind," interposed Aunt Polly, a trifle
impatiently. "You do run on so, Pollyanna, and no matter what
we're talking about you always bring up at those Ladies' Aiders!"
"Yes'm," smiled Pollyanna, cheerfully, "I reckon I do, maybe. But
you see they used to bring me up, and--"
"That will do, Pollyanna," interrupted a cold voice. "Now what is
it about this jelly?"
"Nothing, Aunt Polly, truly, that you would mind, I'm sure. You
let me take jelly to HER, so I thought you would to HIM--this
once. You see, broken legs aren't like--like lifelong invalids,
so his won't last forever as Mrs. Snow's does, and she can have
all the rest of the things after just once or twice."
" 'Him'? 'He'? 'Broken leg'? What are you talking about,
Pollyanna?"
Pollyanna stared; then her face relaxed.
"Oh, I forgot. I reckon you didn't know. You see, it happened
while you were gone. It was the very day you went that I found
him in the woods, you know; and I had to unlock his house and
telephone for the men and the doctor, and hold his head, and
everything.
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