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Introducing Jimmy
OnapleasantThursdaymorningPollyannahadbeentakingcalf’s-footjellyagaintoMrs.Snow. Mrs.SnowandPollyannawerethebestoffriendsnow. TheirfriendshiphadstartedfromthethirdvisitPollyannahadmade,theoneaftershehadtoldMrs.Snowofthegame. Mrs.Snowherselfwasplayingthegamenow,withPollyanna. Tobesure,shewasnotplayingitverywell—shehadbeensorryforeverythingforsolong,thatitwasnoteasytobegladforanythingnow. ButunderPollyanna’scheeryinstructionsandmerrylaughterathermistakes,shewaslearningfast. To-day,even,toPollyanna’shugedelight,shehadsaidthatshewasgladPollyannabroughtcalf’s-footjelly,becausethatwasjustwhatshehadbeenwanting—shedidnotknowthatMilly,atthefrontdoor,hadtoldPollyannathattheminister’swifehadalreadythatdaysentoveragreatbowlfulofthatsamekindofjelly.
Pollyannawasthinkingofthisnowwhensuddenlyshesawtheboy.
Theboywassittinginadisconsolatelittleheapbytheroadside,whittlinghalf-heartedlyatasmallstick.
"Hullo,"smiledPollyanna,engagingly.
Theboyglancedup,buthelookedawayagain,atonce.
"Hulloyourself,"hemumbled.
Pollyannalaughed.
"Nowyoudon’tlookasifyou’dbegladevenforcalf’s-footjelly,"shechuckled,stoppingbeforehim.
Theboystirredrestlessly,gaveherasurprisedlook,andbegantowhittleagainathisstick,withthedull,broken-bladedknifeinhishand.
