JUST A MATTER OF JELLY
thought you would 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 happened while you were gone. It was the very day you went that I found him in the woods, you know; and I had to unlock 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 wearily. "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?"
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