They're
poor, too, they say, and of course they don't ever have barrels,
'cause he isn't a missionary minister, you know, like--well, he
isn't."
A faint color stole into Pollyanna's cheeks which was duplicated
suddenly in those of her aunt.
"But she wears real pretty clothes, sometimes, in spite of their
being so poor," resumed Pollyanna, in some haste. "And she's got
perfectly beautiful rings with diamonds and rubies and emeralds
in them; but she says she's got one ring too many, and that she's
going to throw it away and get a divorce instead. What is a
divorce, Aunt Polly? I'm afraid it isn't very nice, because she
didn't look happy when she talked about it. And she said if she
did get it, they wouldn't live there any more, and that Mr.
Payson would go 'way off, and maybe the children, too. But I
should think they'd rather keep the ring, even if they did have
so many more. Shouldn't you? Aunt Polly, what is a divorce?"
"But they aren't going 'way off, dear," evaded Aunt Polly,
hurriedly. "They're going to stay right there together.
Pages:
272
273
274
275
276
277
278
279
280
281
282
283
284
285
286
287
288
289
290
291
292
293
294
295
296