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           "Oh,AuntPolly,"shetriumphed,"justlooka-here! I’vegotsomethingeversomuchnicer,even,thanFluffyandBuffyforyoutobringup. It’sarealliveboy. Hewon’tmindabitsleepingintheattic,atfirst,youknow,andhesayshe’llwork; butIshallneedhimthemostofthetimetoplaywith,Ireckon." 

           MissPollygrewwhite,thenveryred. Shedidnotquiteunderstand; butshethoughtsheunderstoodenough. 

           "Pollyanna,whatdoesthismean? Whoisthisdirtylittleboy? Wheredidyoufindhim?"shedemandedsharply. 

           The"dirtylittleboy"fellbackastepandlookedtowardthedoor. Pollyannalaughedmerrily. 

           "There,ifIdidn’tforgettotellyouhisname! I’masbadastheMan. Andheisdirty,too,isn’the? —Imean,theboyis—justlikeFluffyandBuffywerewhenyoutookthemin. ButIreckonhe’llimproveallrightbywashing,justastheydid,and—Oh,I‘mostforgotagain,"shebrokeoffwithalaugh. "ThisisJimmyBean,AuntPolly." 

           "Well,whatishedoinghere?" 

           "Why,AuntPolly,Ijusttoldyou!" Pollyanna’seyeswerewidewithsurprise. "He’sforyou.Ibroughthimhome—sohecouldlivehere,youknow. Hewantsahomeandfolks. Itoldhimhowgoodyouweretome,andtoFluffyandBuffy,andthatIknewyouwouldbetohim,becauseofcoursehe’sevennicerthancatsanddogs."