POLLYANNA
"Never mind. I guess I can find one myself. I ain't no beggar, you know."
Pollyanna was frowning thoughtfully. Of a sudden she turned, her face illumined.
"Say, I'll tell you what I will do! The Ladies' Aid meets this afternoon. I heard Aunt Polly say so. I'll lay your case before them. That's what father always did, when he wanted anything—educating the heathen and new carpets, you know."
The boy turned fiercely.
"Well, I ain't a heathen or a new carpet. Besides—what is a Ladies' Aid?"
Pollyanna stared in shocked disapproval.
"Why, Jimmy Bean, wherever have you been brought up?—not to know what a Ladies' Aid is!"
"Oh, all right—if you ain't tellin'," grunted the boy, turning and beginning to walk away indifferently.
Pollyanna sprang to his side at once.
"It's—it's—why, it's just a lot of ladies that meet and sew and give suppers and raise money and—and talk; that's what a Ladies' Aid is. They're awfully kind—that is, most of mine was, back home. I haven't seen this one here, but they're always good, I reckon. I'm going to tell them about you this afternoon."
Again the boy turned fiercely.
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