I never sent a penny
to them in my life. There!"
He lifted his chin and braced himself to meet what he
expected--the grieved disappointment of Pollyanna's eyes. To his
amazement, however, there was neither grief nor disappointment in
Pollyanna's eyes. There was only surprised joy.
"Oh, oh!" she cried, clapping her hands. "I'm so glad! That is,"
she corrected, coloring distressfully, "I don't mean that I'm not
sorry for the heathen, only just now I can't help being glad that
you don't want the little India boys, because all the rest have
wanted them. And so I'm glad you'd rather have Jimmy Bean. Now I
know you'll take him!"
"Take--WHO?"
"Jimmy Bean. He's the 'child's presence,' you know; and he'll be
so glad to be it. I had to tell him last week that even my
Ladies' Aid out West wouldn't take him, and he was so
disappointed. But now--when he hears of this--he'll be so glad!"
"Will he? Well, I won't," ejaculated the man, decisively.
"Pollyanna, this is sheer nonsense!"
"You don't mean--you won't take him?"
"I certainly do mean just that.
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