“Dear me, Pollyanna, what ARE you up to now?” sighed her aunt. “You ARE the most extraordinary child!” Pollyanna frowned a little anxiously. “Aunt Polly, please, what is extraordinary? If you're EXtraordinary you can't be ORdinary, can you?” “You certainly can not.” “Oh, that's all right, then. I'm glad I'm EXtraordinary,” sighed Pollyanna, her face clearing. “You see, Mrs. White used to say Mrs. Rawson was a very ordinary woman--and she disliked Mrs. Rawson something awful. They were always fight--I mean, father had--that is, I mean, WE had more trouble keeping peace between them than we did between any of the rest of the Aiders,” corrected Pollyanna, a little breathless from her efforts to steer between the Scylla of her father's past commands in regard to speaking of church quarrels, and the Charybdis of her aunt's present commands in regard to speaking of her father. “Yes, yes; well, never mind,” interposed Aunt Polly, a trifle impatiently. “You do run on so, Pollyanna, and no matter what we're talking about you always bring up at those Ladies' Aiders!” “Yes'm,” smiled Pollyanna, cheerfully, “I reckon I do, maybe. But you see they used to bring me up, and--” “That will do, Pollyanna,” interrupted a cold voice. “Now what is it about this jelly?” “Nothing, Aunt Polly, truly, that you would mind, I'm sure. You let me take jelly to HER, so I thought you would to HIM--this once. You see, broken legs aren't like--like lifelong invalids, so his won't last forever as Mrs. Snow's does, and she can have all the rest of the things after just once or twice.” “'Him'? 'He'? 'Broken leg'? What are you talking about, Pollyanna?” Pollyanna stared; then her face relaxed. “Oh, I forgot. I reckon you didn't know. You see, it happened while you were gone. It was the very day you went that I found him in the woods, you know; and I had to unlock his house and telephone for the men and the doctor, and hold his head, and everything. And of course then I came away and haven't seen him since. But when Nancy made the jelly for Mrs. Snow this week I thought how nice it would be if I could take it to him instead of her, just this once. Aunt Polly, may I?” “Yes, yes, I suppose so,” acquiesced Miss Polly, a little wearily. “Who did you say he was?” “The Man. I mean, Mr. John Pendleton.” Miss Polly almost sprang from her chair. “JOHN PENDLETON!” “Yes. Nancy told me his name. Maybe you know him.” Miss Polly did not answer this. Instead she asked: “Do YOU know him?” Pollyanna nodded. “Oh, yes. He always speaks and smiles--now. He's only cross OUTSIDE, you know. I'll go and get the jelly. Nancy had it 'most fixed when I came in,” finished Pollyanna, already halfway across the room. “Pollyanna, wait! Miss Polly's voice was suddenly very stern. I've changed my mind. I would prefer that Mrs. Snow had that jelly to-day--as usual. That is all. You may go now.” Pollyanna's face fell.