anna's face, she added in surprise: "Why, I thought you liked the auto, child!"
"Oh, I do," acceded Pollyanna, hurriedly; "and I wouldn't say anything, anyway, because of course I know it's cheaper than the trolley car, and—"
"'Cheaper than the trolley car'!" exclaimed Mrs. Carew, amazed into an interruption.
"Why, yes," explained Pollyanna, with widening eyes; "the trolley car costs five cents a person, you know, and the auto doesn't cost anything, 'cause it's yours. And of course I love the auto, anyway," she hurried on, before Mrs. Carew could speak. "It's only that there are so many more people in the trolley car, and it's such fun to watch them! Don't you think so?"
"Well, no, Pollyanna, I can't say that I do," responded Mrs. Carew, dryly, as she turned away.
As it chanced, not two days later, Mrs. Carew heard something more of Pollyanna and trolley cars—this time from Mary.
"I mean, it's queer, ma'am," explained Mary earnestly, in answer to a question her mistress had asked, "it's queer how Miss Pollyanna just gets 'round everybody—and without half trying. It isn't that she does anything. She doesn't. She just—just looks glad, I guess, that's all. But I've seen her get into a trolley car that was full of cross-looking men and women, and whimpering children, and in five minutes you wouldn't know the place. The men and women have stopped scowling, and the children have forgot what they're cryin' for.
