OUTSIDE, you know. I'll go and get the jelly. Nancy had it 'most
fixed when I came in," finished Pollyanna, already halfway across
the room.

"Pollyanna, wait! Miss Polly's voice was suddenly very stern.
I've changed my mind. I would prefer that Mrs. Snow had that
jelly to-day--as usual. That is all. You may go now."

Pollyanna's face fell.

"Oh, but Aunt Polly, HERS will last. She can always be sick and
have things, you know; but his is just a broken leg, and legs
don't last--I mean, broken ones. He's had it a whole week now."

"Yes, I remember. I heard Mr. John Pendleton had met with an
accident," said Miss Polly, a little stiffly; "but--I do not care
to be sending jelly to John Pendleton, Pollyanna."

"I know, he is cross--outside," admitted Pollyanna, sadly, "so I
suppose you don't like him. But I wouldn't say 'twas you sent it.
I'd say 'twas me. I like him. I'd be glad to send him jelly."

Miss Polly began to shake her head again. Then, suddenly, she
stopped, and asked in a curiously quiet voice:

"Does he know who you--are, Pollyanna?"

The little girl sighed.

"I reckon not. I told him my name, once, but he never calls me