Поллианна
In Pendleton woods
Inwhatseemed,eventotheinjuredman,anincrediblyshorttime,Pollyannawasbackinthewoodsattheman’sside.
"Well,whatisthetrouble? Couldn’tyougetin?"hedemanded.
Pollyannaopenedwidehereyes.
"Why,ofcourseIcould!I’mHERE,"sheanswered. "AsifI’dbehereifIhadn’tgotin! Andthedoctorwillberightupjustassoonaspossiblewiththemenandthings. Hesaidheknewjustwhereyouwere,soIdidn’tstaytoshowhim. Iwantedtobewithyou."
"Didyou?"smiledtheman,grimly. "Well,Ican’tsayIadmireyourtaste. Ishouldthinkyoumightfindpleasantercompanions."
"Doyoumean—becauseyou’reso—cross?"
"Thanksforyourfrankness. Yes."
Pollyannalaughedsoftly.
"Butyou’reonlycrossOUTSIDE—Youarn’tcrossinsideabit!"
"Indeed! Howdoyouknowthat?"askedtheman,tryingtochangethepositionofhisheadwithoutmovingtherestofhisbody.
