Bean according to agreement. As was to be expected, of course,
Jimmy showed keen disappointment that the Ladies' Aid preferred a
little India boy to himself.

"Well, maybe 'tis natural," he sighed. "Of course things you
don't know about are always nicer'n things you do, same as the
pertater on 'tother side of the plate is always the biggest. But
I wish I looked that way ter somebody 'way off. Wouldn't it be
jest great, now, if only somebody over in India wanted ME?"

Pollyanna clapped her hands.

"Why, of course! That's the very thing, Jimmy! I'll write to my
Ladies' Aiders about you. They aren't over in India; they're only
out West--but that's awful far away, just the same. I reckon
you'd think so if you'd come all the way here as I did!"

Jimmy's face brightened.

"Do you think they would--truly--take me?" he asked.

"Of course they would! Don't they take little boys in India to
bring up? Well, they can just play you are the little India boy
this time. I reckon you're far enough away to make a report, all
right. You wait. I'll write 'em. I'll write Mrs. White. No, I'll
write Mrs. Jones. Mrs. White has got the most money, but Mrs.
Jones gives the most--which is kind of funny, isn't it?--when you
think of it. But I reckon some of the Aiders will take you."

"All right--but don't furgit ter say I'll work fur my board an'