"So am I," nodded the doctor, as he turned his absorbed attention
to the injured man.



CHAPTER XIV. JUST A MATTER OF JELLY

Pollyanna was a little late for supper on the night of the
accident to John Pendleton; but, as it happened, she escaped
without reproof.

Nancy met her at the door.

"Well, if I ain't glad ter be settin' my two eyes on you," she
sighed in obvious relief. "It's half-past six!"

"I know it," admitted Pollyanna anxiously; "but I'm not to
blame--truly I'm not. And I don't think even Aunt Polly will say
I am, either."

"She won't have the chance," retorted Nancy, with huge
satisfaction. "She's gone."

"Gone!" gasped Pollyanna. "You don't mean that I've driven her
away?" Through Pollyanna's mind at the moment trooped remorseful
memories of the morning with its unwanted boy, cat, and dog, and
its unwelcome "glad" and forbidden "father" that would spring to
her forgetful little tongue. Oh, I DIDN'T drive her away?"