Just like a book

           "Well,MissPollyanna,I’mthinkingyoumustbeaveryforgivinglittleperson,elseyouwouldn’thavecometoseemeagainto-day." 

           "Why,Mr.Pendleton,Iwasrealgladtocome,andI’msureIdon’tseewhyIshouldn’tbe,either." 

           "Oh,well,youknow,Iwasprettycrosswithyou,I’mafraid,boththeotherdaywhenyousokindlybroughtmethejelly,andthattimewhenyoufoundmewiththebrokenlegatfirst. Bytheway,too,Idon’tthinkI’veeverthankedyouforthat. NowI’msurethatevenyouwouldadmitthatyouwereveryforgivingtocomeandseeme,aftersuchungratefultreatmentasthat!" 

           Pollyannastirreduneasily. 

           "ButIwasgladtofindyou—thatis,Idon’tmeanIwasgladyourlegwasbroken,ofcourse,"shecorrectedhurriedly. 

           JohnPendletonsmiled. 

           "Iunderstand. Yourtonguedoesgetawaywithyouonceinawhile,doesn’tit,MissPollyanna? Idothankyou,however; andIconsideryouaverybravelittlegirltodowhatyoudidthatday. Ithankyouforthejelly,too,"headdedinalightervoice. 

           "Didyoulikeit?"askedPollyannawithinterest. 

           "Verymuch. Isuppose—thereisn’tanymoreto-daythat—thatAuntPollyDIDN’Tsend,isthere?"heaskedwithanoddsmile. 

           Hisvisitorlookeddistressed. 

           "N-no,sir." Shehesitated,thenwentonwithheightenedcolor. "Please,Mr.Pendleton,Ididn’tmeantoberudetheotherdaywhenIsaidAuntPollydidNOTsendthejelly."