come soon. She had, indeed, urged it very strongly before the Carews came. She made the introductions now with visible pride.
"You are such good friends of mine, I want you to know each other, and be good friends together," she explained.
That Jimmy and Mr. Pendleton should be clearly impressed with the charm and beauty of Mrs. Carew did not surprise Pollyanna in the least; but the look that came into Mrs. Carew's face at sight of Jimmy did surprise her very much. It was almost a look of recognition.
"Why, Mr. Pendleton, haven't I met you before?" Mrs. Carew cried.
Jimmy's frank eyes met Mrs. Carew's gaze squarely, admiringly.
"I think not," he smiled back at her. "I'm sure I never have met you. I should have remembered it—if I had met you," he bowed.
So unmistakable was his significant emphasis that everybody laughed, and John Pendleton chuckled:
"Well done, son—for a youth of your tender years. I couldn't have done half so well myself."
Mrs. Carew flushed slightly and joined in the laugh.
"No, but really," she urged; "joking aside, there certainly is a strangely familiar something in your face. I think I must have seen you somewhere, if I haven't actually met you."
"And maybe you have," cried Pollyanna, "in Boston. Jimmy goes to Tech there winters, you know. Jimmy's going to build bridges and dams, you see—
