THE COMING OF POLLYANNA
ones. My! but isn't this a perfectly beautiful house?" she broke off fervently, as they turned into the wide driveway.
It was when Timothy was unloading the trunk that Nancy found an opportunity to mutter low in his ear:
"Don't you never say nothin' ter me again about leavin', Timothy Durgin. You couldn't hire me ter leave!"
"Leave! I should say not," grinned the youth. "You couldn't drag me away. It'll be more fun here now, with that kid 'round, than movin'-picture shows, every day!"
"Fun!—fun!" repeated Nancy, indignantly. "I guess it'll be somethin' more than fun for that blessed child—when them two tries ter live tergether; and I guess she'll be a-needin' some rock ter fly to for refuge. Well, I'm a-goin' ter be that rock, Timothy; I am, I am!" she vowed, as she turned and led Pollyanna up the broad steps.
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