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Introducing Jimmy
"HonestInjun? Wouldshe,now? I’dwork,yeknow,an’I’mrealstrong!" Hebaredasmall,bonyarm. "Ofcourseshewould! Why,myAuntPollyisthenicestladyintheworld—nowthatmymamahasgonetobeaHeavenangel. Andthere’srooms—heapsof‘em,"shecontinued,springingtoherfeet,andtuggingathisarm. "It’sanawfulbighouse. Maybe,though,"sheaddedalittleanxiously,astheyhurriedon,"maybeyou’llhavetosleepintheatticroom. Idid,atfirst. Butthere’sscreenstherenow,so‘twon’tbesohot,andthefliescan’tgetin,either,tobringinthegerm-thingsontheirfeet. Didyouknowaboutthat? It’sperfectlylovely! Maybeshe’llletyoureadthebookifyou’regood—Imean,ifyou’rebad. Andyou’vegotfreckles,too,"—withacriticalglance—"soyou’llbegladthereisn’tanylooking-glass; andtheoutdoorpictureisnicerthananywall-onecouldbe,soyouwon’tmindsleepinginthatroomatall,I’msure,"pantedPollyanna,findingsuddenlythatsheneededtherestofherbreathforpurposesotherthantalking.
"Gorry!"exclaimedJimmyBeanterselyanduncomprehendingly,butadmiringly. Thenheadded:"Ishouldn’tthinkanybodywhocouldtalklikethat,runnin’,wouldneedterasknoquestionsterfilluptimewith!"
Pollyannalaughed.
"Well,anyhow,youcanbegladofthat,"sheretorted; "forwhenI’mtalking,YOUdon’thaveto!"
Whenthehousewasreached,Pollyannaunhesitatinglypilotedhercompanionstraightintothepresenceofheramazedaunt.