Pollyanna Grows Up

rew herself accompanied her. This, to Pollyanna, however, was no cross, for she loved both Mrs. Carew and Mary, and delighted to be with them. They were, too, for a while,

, and visited the Public Library and the Art Museum; and with Mary she took the wo

she enjoyed the trolley cars more, as Mrs. Ca

rolley car?" Polly

he unmistakable disappointment in Pollyanna's face, she add

wouldn't say anything, anyway, because of cours

ar'!" exclaimed Mrs. Carew,

esn't cost anything, 'cause it's yours. And of course I LOVE the auto, anyway," she hurried on, before Mrs. Carew could sp

ay that I do," responded Mrs. C

days later, Mrs. Carew

rolley cars-thi

trying. It isn't that she DOES anything. She doesn't. She just-just looks glad, I guess, that's all. But I've seen her get into a trolley car that was full of cross-looking men a

s, I mean. And sometimes it's the way she smiles at a baby or a dog. All dogs everywhere wag their tails at her, anyway, and all babies, big and little, smile and reach out to her. If we get held up it's a joke, and if we take

," murmured Mrs. C

's eager little feet was a task which would consume altogether too much of somebody's time and patience; and, while Mrs. Carew had the one, she had not the other, ne

came about that, before long, Pollyanna found herself once more in the "lovely big yard"-the Boston Public Garden-a

to come home. Furthermore, Mary, who had taken her to the Garden and left her, made very sure that she knew the way home-that she knew just where Commonwe

he somewhat irksome restrictions she enjoyed herself very much. She could WATCH the people even if she could not talk to them; and she could talk

m. The boy fed the birds and squirrels, too, and they were so tame that the doves would perch on his head and shoulders, and the squirrels would burrow in his pockets for nuts. But Pollyanna, watching from a distance, always noticed one strange circumstance: in spite of the boy's very evident de

one especial place, and Pollyanna used to wonder how he got there. Then, one unforgettable day, she found out. It was a school holiday, and she had come to the Garden in the forenoon; and it was soon after s

name. You found me! Don't you remember? Oh, I'm s

id of the AveNOO!" grinned the boy. "Well

more-I have to stay right here. And I mustn't talk, you know. But I can to you, for I KNOW you; and I can

ed softly, and tapped the sho

introDOOCE ye!" And he struck a pompous attitude. "Madam, this is me friend, Si

. I've watched you feed the birds and squirrels-you always have such a lot for them! And I think YOU like Sir Lancelot the best, to

n doubt. Jerry chuckled again. Then, with a final push he wheeled the chair into

rred and feathered creatures that were gathering from all directions. "An' they ain't even names of FOLKS. They're just guys out of books. Are ye on? Yet he'd ruther feed them than f

ng and frowning when the l

s right hand for me-Jerry would; but he loves to tease. Where

d he found me and took me home," answe

odded the boy. "Don't he

hy came to Pol

lk-at all-er-

laughed

hat's only more of Jerr

ir

oked clearly

Nor a-a lord,

re ai

ttle Lord Fauntleroy, you kno

terrupted her

Lancelot, and the Holy Grail, and King Arthur and his Round T

e her head a

't know ALL of 'em," she admi

oy no

se were father's. Here, you little rascal-quit that!" he broke off in laughing reproof as a bushy-tailed squirrel leaped to his lap and began to nose in his p

t him now sounded the whir and flutter of wings, the cooing of doves, the saucy twitter of the sparrows. Sir Lancelot, alert and eager, occupied one arm of the wheel

a small roll, and a doughnut. At the l

g anything?"

Pollyanna, tapping th

" sighed the boy, dropping the doughnut

s action was quite lost, thrust her finger

nexhaustible fund of marvelous stories of brave knights and fair ladies, of tournaments and battles. Moreover, so vividly did he draw his pictures that Pollyanna saw with her own eyes the deeds of valor, the knight

: "It was a w

arkling eyes was trailing down the golden ages led by a romance-fed boy who-though she did not know it-was tryi

hurrying homeward did she remember that

ighed to herself, frowning with vexation.