Maybe you know what she means by that; but I didn't, sir."
"Yes, I know--what she means."
"All right, sir. It was only that she was wantin' ter take him
again, she said, so's ter show ye he really was a lovely child's
presence. And now she--can't--drat that autymobile! I begs yer
pardon, sir. Good-by!" And Nancy fled precipitately.
It did not take long for the entire town of Beldingsville to
learn that the great New York doctor had said Pollyanna Whittier
would never walk again; and certainly never before had the town
been so stirred. Everybody knew by sight now the piquant little
freckled face that had always a smile of greeting; and almost
everybody knew of the "game" that Pollyanna was playing. To think
that now never again would that smiling face be seen on their
streets--never again would that cheery little voice proclaim the
gladness of some everyday experience! It seemed unbelievable,
impossible, cruel.
In kitchens and sitting rooms, and over back-yard fences women
talked of it, and wept openly.
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