"I only know it isn't 'Sir James,'" she sighed to herself, frowning
with vexation. "But never mind. I can ask him to-morrow."




CHAPTER VIII

JAMIE


Pollyanna did not see the boy "to-morrow." It rained, and she could
not go to the Garden at all. It rained the next day, too. Even on the
third day she did not see him, for, though the sun came out bright and
warm, and though she went very early in the afternoon to the Garden
and waited long, he did not come at all. But on the fourth day he was
there in his old place, and Pollyanna hastened forward with a joyous
greeting.

"Oh, I'm so glad, GLAD to see you! But where've you been? You weren't
here yesterday at all."

"I couldn't. The pain wouldn't let me come yesterday," explained the
lad, who was looking very white.

"The PAIN! Oh, does it--ache?" stammered Pollyanna, all sympathy at
once.

"Oh, yes, always," nodded the boy, with a cheerfully matter-of-fact