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           "Oh,Iforgot. Ireckonyoudidn’tknow. Yousee,ithappenedwhileyouweregone. ItwastheverydayyouwentthatIfoundhiminthewoods,youknow; andIhadtounlockhishouseandtelephoneforthemenandthedoctor,andholdhishead,andeverything. AndofcoursethenIcameawayandhaven’tseenhimsince. ButwhenNancymadethejellyforMrs.SnowthisweekIthoughthowniceitwouldbeifIcouldtakeittohiminsteadofher,justthisonce. AuntPolly,mayI?" 

           "Yes,yes,Isupposeso,"acquiescedMissPolly,alittlewearily. "Whodidyousayhewas?" 

           "TheMan. Imean,Mr.JohnPendleton." 

           MissPollyalmostsprangfromherchair. 

           "JOHNPENDLETON!" 

           "Yes. Nancytoldmehisname. Maybeyouknowhim." 

           MissPollydidnotanswerthis. Insteadsheasked: 

           "DoYOUknowhim?" 

           Pollyannanodded. 

           "Oh,yes. Healwaysspeaksandsmiles—now. He’sonlycrossOUTSIDE,youknow. I’llgoandgetthejelly. Nancyhadit‘mostfixedwhenIcamein,"finishedPollyanna,alreadyhalfwayacrosstheroom. 

           "Pollyanna,wait!MissPolly’svoicewassuddenlyverystern. I’vechangedmymind. IwouldpreferthatMrs.Snowhadthatjellyto-day—asusual. Thatisall. Youmaygonow." 

           Pollyanna’sfacefell. 

           "Oh,butAuntPolly,HERSwilllast. Shecanalwaysbesickandhavethings,youknow; buthisisjustabrokenleg,andlegsdon’tlast—Imean,brokenones. He’shaditawholeweeknow."