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           "Ofcoursetheywould! Don’ttheytakelittleboysinIndiatobringup? Well,theycanjustplayyouarethelittleIndiaboythistime. Ireckonyou’refarenoughawaytomakeareport,allright. Youwait. I’llwrite‘em. I’llwriteMrs.White. No,I’llwriteMrs.Jones. Mrs.Whitehasgotthemostmoney,butMrs.Jonesgivesthemost—whichiskindoffunny,isn’tit?—whenyouthinkofit. ButIreckonsomeoftheAiderswilltakeyou." 

           "Allright—butdon’tfurgittersayI’llworkfurmyboardan’keep,"putinJimmy. "Iain’tnobeggar,an’biz’nessisbiz’ness,evenwithLadies’Aiders,I’mthinkin’." Hehesitated,thenadded:"An’Is’poseIbetterstaywhereIbefuraspellyet—tillyouhear." 

           "Ofcourse,"noddedPollyannaemphatically. "ThenI’llknowjustwheretofindyou. Andthey’lltakeyou—I’msureyou’refarenoughawayforthat. Didn’tAuntPollytake—Say!"shebrokeoff,suddenly, "DOyousupposeIwasAuntPolly’slittlegirlfromIndia?" 

           "Well,ifyouain’tthequeerestkid,"grinnedJimmy,asheturnedaway. 

           ItwasaboutaweekaftertheaccidentinPendletonWoodsthatPollyannasaidtoherauntonemorning: 

           "AuntPolly,pleasewouldyoumindverymuchifItookMrs.Snow’scalf’s-footjellythisweektosomeoneelse? I’msureMrs.Snowwouldn’t—thisonce." 

           "Dearme,Pollyanna,whatAREyouuptonow?"sighedheraunt. "YouAREthemostextraordinarychild!" 

           Pollyannafrownedalittleanxiously. 

           "AuntPolly,please,whatisextraordinary? Ifyou’reEXtraordinaryyoucan’tbeORdinary,canyou?" 

           "Youcertainlycannot."