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to HIM—this once. You see, broken legs aren’t like—like
lifelong invalids, so his won’t last forever as Mrs. Snow’s
does, and she can have all the rest of the things after just
once or twice.’
‘ ‘Him’? ‘He’? ‘Broken leg’? What are you talking about,
Pollyanna?’
Pollyanna stared; then her face relaxed.
‘Oh, I forgot. I reckon you didn’t know. You see, it hap-
pened while you were gone. It was the very day you went
that I found him in the woods, you know; and I had to un-
lock his house and telephone for the men and the doctor,
and hold his head, and everything. And of course then I
came away and haven’t seen him since. But when Nancy
made the jelly for Mrs. Snow this week I thought how nice
it would be if I could take it to him instead of her, just this
once. Aunt Polly, may I?’
‘Yes, yes, I suppose so,’ acquiesced Miss Polly, a little wea-
rily. ‘Who did you say he was?’
‘The Man. I mean, Mr. John Pendleton.’
Miss Polly almost sprang from her chair.
‘JOHN PENDLETON!’
‘Yes. Nancy told me his name. Maybe you know him.’
Miss Polly did not answer this. Instead she asked:
‘Do YOU know him?
Pollyanna nodded.
‘Oh, yes. He always speaks and smiles—now. He’s only
cross OUTSIDE, you know. I’ll go and get the jelly. Nancy
had it ‘most fixed when I came in,’ finished Pollyanna, al-
ready halfway across the room.

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