Полліанна

Just like a book

           Therewasnoanswer. JohnPendletonwasnotsmilingnow. Hewaslookingstraightaheadofhimwitheyesthatseemedtobegazingthroughandbeyondtheobjectbeforethem. AfteratimehedrewalongsighandturnedtoPollyanna. Whenhespokehisvoicecarriedtheoldnervousfretfulness. 

           "Well,well,thiswillneverdoatall! Ididn’tsendforyoutoseememopingthistime. Listen! Outinthelibrarythebigroomwherethetelephoneis,youknowyouwillfindacarvedboxonthelowershelfofthebigcasewithglassdoorsinthecornernotfarfromthefireplace. Thatis,it’llbethereifthatconfoundedwomanhasn’t‘regulated’ittosomewhereelse! Youmaybringittome. Itisheavy,butnottooheavyforyoutocarry,Ithink." 

           "Oh,I’mawfullystrong,"declaredPollyanna,cheerfully,asshesprangtoherfeet. Inaminuteshehadreturnedwiththebox. 

           Itwasawonderfulhalf-hourthatPollyannaspentthen. TheboxwasfulloftreasurescuriosthatJohnPendletonhadpickedupinyearsoftravelandconcerningeachtherewassomeentertainingstory,whetheritwereasetofexquisitelycarvedchessmenfromChina,oralittlejadeidolfromIndia. 

           ItwasaftershehadheardthestoryabouttheidolthatPollyannamurmuredwistfully: 

           "Well,IsupposeitWOULDbebettertotakealittleboyinIndiatobringuponethatdidn’tknowanymorethantothinkthatGodwasinthatdoll-thingthanitwouldbetotakeJimmyBean,alittleboywhoknowsGodisupinthesky. Still,Ican’thelpwishingtheyhadwantedJimmyBean,too,besidestheIndiaboys." JohnPendletondidnotseemtohear. Againhis,eyeswerestaringstraightbeforehim,lookingatnothing. Butsoonhehadrousedhimself,andhadpickedupanothercuriototalkabout. 

Налаштування
Фон сторінки
Розмір шрифту
Міжрядковий інтервал
Фразові дієслова
Показати / Приховати меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Сторінка 129 з 227