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to my Ladies’ Aiders about you. They aren’t over in India;
they’re only out West—but that’s awful far away, just the
same. I reckon you’d think so if you’d come all the way here
as I did!’
Jimmy’s face brightened.
‘Do you think they would—truly—take me?’ he asked.
‘Of course they would! Don’t they take little boys in India
to bring up? Well, they can just play you are the little India
boy this time. I reckon you’re far enough away to make a re-
port, all right. You wait. I’ll write ‘em. I’ll write Mrs. White.
No, I’ll write Mrs. Jones. Mrs. White has got the most mon-
ey, but Mrs. Jones gives the most—which is kind of funny,
isn’t it?—when you think of it. But I reckon some of the Aid-
ers 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 hesitat-
ed, 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

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