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           Pollyannastaredinshockeddisapproval. "Why,JimmyBean,whereverhaveyoubeenbroughtup?—nottoknowwhataLadies’Aidis!" 

           "Oh,allright—ifyouain’ttellin’,"gruntedtheboy,turningandbeginningtowalkawayindifferently. 

           Pollyannasprangtohissideatonce. 

           "It’s—it’s—why,it’sjustalotofladiesthatmeetandsewandgivesuppersandraisemoneyand—andtalk; that’swhataLadies’Aidis. They’reawfullykind—thatis,mostofminewas,backhome. Ihaven’tseenthisonehere,butthey’realwaysgood,Ireckon. I’mgoingtotellthemaboutyouthisafternoon." 

           Againtheboyturnedfiercely. 

           "Notmuchyouwill! MaybeyouthinkI’mgoin’terstand‘roundan’hearawholeLOTo’womencallmeabeggar,insteadofjestONE! Notmuch!" 

           "Oh,butyouwouldn’tbethere,"arguedPollyanna,quickly. "I’dgoalone,ofcourse,andtellthem." 

           "Youwould?" 

           "Yes; andI’dtellitbetterthistime,"hurriedonPollyanna,quicktoseethesignsofrelentingintheboy’sface. "Andthere’dbesomeof‘em,Iknow,thatwouldbegladtogiveyouahome." 

           "I’dwork—don’tforgettersaythat,"cautionedtheboy. 

           "Ofcoursenot,"promisedPollyanna,happily,surenowthatherpointwasgained. "ThenI’llletyouknowto-morrow." 

           "Where?" 

           "Bytheroad—whereIfoundyouto-day; nearMrs.Snow’shouse."