Ladies' Aid?"

Pollyanna stared in shocked disapproval.

"Why, Jimmy Bean, wherever have you been brought up?--not to know
what a Ladies' Aid is!"

"Oh, all right--if you ain't tellin'," grunted the boy, turning
and beginning to walk away indifferently.

Pollyanna sprang to his side at once.

"It's--it's--why, it's just a lot of ladies that meet and sew and
give suppers and raise money and--and talk; that's what a Ladies'
Aid is. They're awfully kind--that is, most of mine was, back
home. I haven't seen this one here, but they're always good, I
reckon. I'm going to tell them about you this afternoon."

Again the boy turned fiercely.

"Not much you will! Maybe you think I'm goin' ter stand 'round
an' hear a whole LOT o' women call me a beggar, instead of jest
ONE! Not much!"

"Oh, but you wouldn't be there," argued Pollyanna, quickly. "I'd
go alone, of course, and tell them."

"You would?"

"Yes; and I'd tell it better this time," hurried on Pollyanna,