that she needed the rest of her breath for purposes other than
talking.

"Gorry!" exclaimed Jimmy Bean tersely and uncomprehendingly, but
admiringly. Then he added: "I shouldn't think anybody who could
talk like that, runnin', would need ter ask no questions ter fill
up time with!"

Pollyanna laughed.

"Well, anyhow, you can be glad of that," she retorted; "for when
I'm talking, YOU don't have to!"


When the house was reached, Pollyanna unhesitatingly piloted her
companion straight into the presence of her amazed aunt.

"Oh, Aunt Polly," she triumphed, "just look a-here! I've got
something ever so much nicer, even, than Fluffy and Buffy for you
to bring up. It's a real live boy. He won't mind a bit sleeping
in the attic, at first, you know, and he says he'll work; but I
shall need him the most of the time to play with, I reckon."

Miss Polly grew white, then very red. She did not quite
understand; but she thought she understood enough.

"Pollyanna, what does this mean? Who is this dirty little boy?
Where did you find him?" she demanded sharply.

The "dirty little boy" fell back a step and looked toward the