Pollyanna Grows Up

Carew must be persuaded to go with her for a walk in the Public Garden. Just how

rew false hopes, the result might be disastrous. Pollyanna knew, from what Mary had told her, that twice already Mrs. Carew had been made very ill by the great disappointment of following alluring clues that had led to some boy very diffe

to realize that there would be no Public Garden stroll that day. Worse yet, neither the next day nor the next saw the clouds dispelled; and Pollyanna spent all th

ry little girl, and so irritating was the constant q

ried. "I never knew you to fret so about the weather

ddened and l

bout it I can be glad for, if I'll only hunt for it. I can be glad that-that it will HAVE to stop raining so

especi

eak unconcernedly. "I-I thought maybe you'd like to go with me, too." Outwardly Pollyanna

d Mrs. Carew, with brows slightly uplifted.

't REFUSE!" faltered Po

ve re

convulsively. She ha

when it gets pleasant," she begged. "You see, for a-a s

sive; but something in Pollyanna's pleading eyes must have changed

o, YOU must promise not to go near the window for an hour, a

ht that was almost a sunbeam, came aslant through the window, she cried joyously: "

Pollyanna came home from school, there was a brisk wind. In spite of protests, however, she insisted that it was a beautiful day out, and that

his accustomed place, was making frantic search in every nook and corner of the Garden. To Pollyanna it seemed that she could not have it so. Here she was in the Garden, and here with her was Mrs. Carew

nce occasionally there came a day of sunshine, Pollyanna always flew to the Garden; but in vain. Jamie was never there. It was the middle of November now, and even the Garden itself was full of dreariness. The trees were bare, the benches almost empty, and not one boat was on the little

e was Jamie-I just know he was Jamie. And now I'll have to wait and wait till spring comes, and it's warm enough for him to c

ng through the upper hallway heard angry voices in the hall below, on

voice wa

ants ter see the kid, Pollyanna. I got a message for her from-from Sir

ollyanna turned and fair

here!" she panted, stumbling forwar

lf with outstretched arms upon the boy when

anna, do you mean to say yo

fore he could speak Pollyanna i

. He belongs to one of

that found me and brou

e boy she turned with

? Did Jamie

e hay a month ago, and

t?" puzzled

e's sick, I mean, and he wan

y!" grieved Pollyanna.

y hat and coa

approval. "As if Mrs. Carew would let you

jected Pollyanna. "I've known hi

Mrs. Carew icily from the drawing-room doorway. "Po

urned with

, you'll let me

wh

polite. "He's sort of off his feed, ye know, and he wouldn't give me no peace till I come

yn't I?" plea

arew f

t, Pollyanna! I wonder you are wild

ou to come, too,"

ible. You may give this boy here

e for money," resented the boy, hi

boy that found me when I was lost, and brought me h

ew shook

the question

the other boy is s

't hel

ng. And he can't walk, and he doesn't have enough to eat, lots of days," panted Pollyanna; "and he's been playing my glad game for a year, and didn't know it. And he plays it ever and ever so m

flamed into Mrs

for insisting upon doing something you know I disapprove of. I CAN NOT

-terrified, half-exalted, she lifted her chin and squarely

re. I wanted you to see him first. But now I've got to tell

!" Mrs. Carew's face

es

ossi

e was six years old, and he can't remember his mother. He's twelve years old, he thinks. These fol

ure. Mrs. Carew was even whiter than befor

as possible. Pollyanna, get your hat and coat. Boy, wait here, please. We'll

he boy drew a

't goin' ter go in a buzz-wagon! Some clas