Which is somewhat surprising

           PollyannaenteredschoolinSeptember. Preliminaryexaminationsshowedthatshewaswelladvancedforagirlofheryears,andshewassoonahappymemberofaclassofgirlsandboysherownage. 

           School,insomeways,wasasurprisetoPollyanna; andPollyanna,certainly,inmanyways,wasverymuchofasurprisetoschool. Theyweresoononthebestofterms,however,andtoherauntPollyannaconfessedthatgoingtoschoolWASliving,afterall—thoughshehadhadherdoubtsbefore. 

           Inspiteofherdelightinhernewwork,Pollyannadidnotforgetheroldfriends. True,shecouldnotgivethemquitesomuchtimenow,ofcourse; butshegavethemwhattimeshecould. PerhapsJohnPendleton,ofthemall,however,wasthemostdissatisfied. 

           OneSaturdayafternoonhespoketoheraboutit. 

           "Seehere,Pollyanna,howwouldyouliketocomeandlivewithme?"heasked,alittleimpatiently. "Idon’tseeanythingofyou,nowadays." 

           Pollyannalaughed—Mr.Pendletonwassuchafunnyman! 

           "Ithoughtyoudidn’tliketohavefolks‘round,"shesaid. 

           Hemadeawryface. 

           "Oh,butthatwasbeforeyoutaughtmetoplaythatwonderfulgameofyours. NowI’mgladtobewaitedon,handandfoot! Nevermind,I’llbeonmyowntwofeetyet,oneofthesedays; thenI’llseewhostepsaround,"hefinished,pickinguponeofthecrutchesathissideandshakingitplayfullyatthelittlegirl. Theyweresittinginthegreatlibraryto-day. "Oh,butyouaren’treallygladatallforthings; youjustSAYyouare,"poutedPollyanna,hereyesonthedog,dozingbeforethefire. "Youknowyoudon’tplaythegamerightEVER,Mr.Pendleton—youknowyoudon’t!"