A QUESTION ANSWERED
"Take—who?"
"Jimmy Bean. He's the 'child's presence,' you know; and he'll be so glad to be it. I had to tell him last week that even my Ladies' Aid out West wouldn't take him, and he was so disappointed. But now—when he hears of this—he'll be so glad!"
"Will he? Well, I won't," ejaculated the man, decisively. "Pollyanna, this is sheer nonsense!"
"You don't mean—you won't take him?"
"I certainly do mean just that."
"But he'd be a lovely child's presence," faltered Pollyanna. She was almost crying now. "And you couldn't be lonesome—with Jimmy 'round."
"I don't doubt it," rejoined the man; "but—I think I prefer the lonesomeness."
It was then that Pollyanna, for the first time in weeks, suddenly remembered something Nancy had once told her. She raised her chin aggrievedly.
"Maybe you think a nice live little boy wouldn't be better than that old dead skeleton you keep somewhere; but I think it would!"
"Skeleton?"
"Yes. Nancy said you had one in your closet, somewhere."
"Why, what—" Suddenly the man threw back his head and laughed. He laughed very heartily
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