POLLYANNA GROWS UP ***
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POLLYANNA GROWS UP
The Second Glad Book Trade----Mark
By Eleanor H. Porter
Author of "Pollyanna: The Glad Book." "Miss Billy," Trade----Mark "Miss Billy's Decision," "Miss Billy--Married," "Cross Currents," "The Turn of the Tide," etc.
Illustrated by
H. Weston Taylor
To My Cousin Walter
CONTENTS
I. Della Speaks Her Mind II. Some Old Friends III. A Dose Of Pollyanna IV. The Game And Mrs. Carew V. Pollyanna Takes A Walk VI. Jerry To The Rescue VII. A New Acquaintance VIII. Jamie IX. Plans And Plottings X. In Murphy's Alley XI. A Surprise For Mrs. Carew XII. From Behind A Counter XIII. A Waiting And A Winning XIV. Jimmy And The Green-Eyed Monster XV. Aunt Polly Takes Alarm XVI. When Pollyanna Was Expected XVII. When Pollyanna Came XVIII. A Matter Of Adjustment XIX. Two Letters XX. The Paying Guests XXI. Summer Days XXII. Comrades XXIII. "Tied To Two Sticks" XXIV. Jimmy Wakes Up XXV. The Game And Pollyanna XXVI. John Pendleton XXVII. The Day Pollyanna Did Not Play XXVIII. Jimmy And Jamie XXIX. Jimmy And John XXX. John Pendleton Turns The Key XXXI. After Long Years XXXII. A New Aladdin
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
"Jimmy looked down at the wistful, eager face" "'Oh, my! What a perfectly lovely automobile!'" "Twice again, after short intervals, she trod the fascinating way" "It was a wonderful hour" "'I don't know her name yet, but I know HER, so it's all right'" "'The instrument that you play on, Pollyanna, will be the great heart of the world'" "Involuntarily she turned as if to flee" "'I'm glad, GLAD, _GLAD_ for--everything now!'"
CHAPTER I
DELLA SPEAKS HER MIND
Della Wetherby tripped up the somewhat imposing steps of her sister's Commonwealth Avenue home and pressed an energetic finger against the electric-bell button. From the tip of her wing-trimmed hat to the toe of her low-heeled shoe she radiated health, capability, and alert decision. Even her voice, as she greeted the maid that opened the door, vibrated with the joy of living.
"Good morning, Mary. Is my sister in?"
"Y-yes, ma'am, Mrs. Carew is in," hesitated the girl; "but--she gave orders she'd see no one."
"Did she? Well, I'm no one," smiled Miss Wetherby, "so she'll see me. Don't worry--I'll take the blame," she nodded, in answer to the frightened remonstrance in the girl's eyes. "Where is she--in her sitting-room?"
"Y-yes, ma'am; but--that is, she said--" Miss Wetherby, however, was already halfway up the broad stairway; and, with a despairing backward glance, the maid turned away.
In the hall above Della Wetherby unhesitatingly walked toward a half-open door, and knocked.
"Well, Mary," answered a "dear-me-what-now" voice. "Haven't I--Oh, Della!" The voice grew suddenly warm with love and surprise. "You dear girl, where did you come from?"
"Yes, it's Della," smiled that young woman, blithely, already halfway across the room. "I've come from an over-Sunday at the beach with two of the other nurses, and I'm on my way back to the Sanatorium now. That is, I'm here now, but I sha'n't be long. I stepped in for--this," she finished, giving the owner of the "dear-me-what-now" voice a hearty kiss.
Mrs. Carew frowned and drew back a little coldly. The slight touch of joy and animation that had come into her face fled, leaving only a dispirited fretfulness that was plainly very much at home there.
