JUST A MATTER OF JELLY
is kind of funny, isn't it?—when you think of it. But I reckon some of the Aiders will take you."
"All right—but don't furgit ter say I'll work fur my board an' keep," put in Jimmy. "I ain't no beggar, an' biz'ness is biz'ness, even with Ladies' Aiders, I'm thinkin'." He hesitated, then added: "An' I s'pose I better stay where I be fur a spell yet—till you hear."
"Of course," nodded Pollyanna emphatically. "Then I'll know just where to find you. And they'll take you—I'm sure you're far enough away for that. Didn't Aunt Polly take— Say!" she broke off, suddenly, "do you suppose I was Aunt Polly's little girl from India?"
"Well, if you ain't the queerest kid," grinned Jimmy, as he turned away.
It was about a week after the accident in Pendleton Woods that Pollyanna said to her aunt one morning:
"Aunt Polly, please would you mind very much if I took Mrs. Snow's calf's-foot jelly this week to some one else? I'm sure Mrs. Snow wouldn't—this once."
"Dear me, Pollyanna, what are you up to now?" sighed her aunt. "You are the most extraordinary child!"
Pollyanna frowned a little anxiously.
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