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           Pollyannahesitated,thendroppedherselfcomfortablydownonthegrassnearhim. InspiteofPollyanna’sbraveassertionthatshewas"usedtoLadies’Aiders,"and"didn’tmind,"shehadsighedattimesforsomecompanionofherownage. Henceherdeterminationtomakethemostofthisone. 

           "Myname’sPollyannaWhittier,"shebeganpleasantly. "What’syours?" 

           Againtheboystirredrestlessly. Heevenalmostgottohisfeet. Buthesettledback. 

           "JimmyBean,"hegruntedwithungraciousindifference. 

           "Good! Nowwe’reintroduced. I’mgladyoudidyourpart—somefolksdon’t,youknow. IliveatMissPollyHarrington’shouse. Wheredoyoulive?" 

           "Nowhere." 

           "Nowhere! Why,youcan’tdothat—everybodylivessomewhere,"assertedPollyanna. 

           "Well,Idon’t—justnow. I’mhuntin’upanewplace." 

           "Oh!Whereisit?" 

           Theboyregardedherwithscornfuleyes. 

           "Silly! AsifI’dbea-huntin’forit—ifIknew!" 

           Pollyannatossedherheadalittle. Thiswasnotaniceboy,andshedidnotliketobecalled"silly." Still,hewassomebodybesides—oldfolks. "Wheredidyoulive—before?"shequeried. 

           "Well,ifyouain’tthebeat’emforaskin’questions!"sighedtheboyimpatiently. 

           "Ihavetobe,"retortedPollyannacalmly,"elseIcouldn’tfindoutathingaboutyou. Ifyou’dtalkmoreIwouldn’ttalksomuch." 

           Theboygaveashortlaugh.Itwasasheepishlaugh,andnotquiteawillingone; buthisfacelookedalittlepleasanterwhenhespokethistime.