INTRODUCING JIMMY
work; but I shall need him the most of the time to play with, I reckon."
Miss Polly grew white, then very red. She did not quite understand; but she thought she understood enough.
"Pollyanna, what does this mean? Who is this dirty little boy? Where did you find him?" she demanded sharply.
The "dirty little boy" fell back a step and looked toward the door. Pollyanna laughed merrily.
"There, if I didn't forget to tell you his name! I'm as bad as the Man. And he is dirty, too, isn't he?—I mean, the boy is—just like Fluffy and Buffy were when you took them in. But I reckon he'll improve all right by washing, just as they did, and— Oh, I 'most forgot again," she broke off with a laugh. "This is Jimmy Bean, Aunt Polly."
"Well, what is he doing here?"
"Why, Aunt Polly, I just told you!" Pollyanna's eyes were wide with surprise. "He's for you. I brought him home—so he could live here, you know. He wants a home and folks. I told him how good you were to me, and to Fluffy and Buffy, and that I knew you would be to him, because of course he's even nicer than cats and dogs."
Miss Polly dropped back in her chair and raised a shaking hand to her throat. The old helplessness
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