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JUST A MATTER OF JELLY.
Pollyanna was a little late for supper on the night of the accident to John Pendleton; but, as it happened, she escaped without reproof.
Nancy met her at the door.
"Well, if I ain't glad ter be settin' my two eyes on you," she sighed in obvious relief.

"It's half-past six!" "I know it," admitted Pollyanna anxiously; "but I'm not to blame--truly I'm not.

And I don't think even Aunt Polly will say I am, either." "She won't have the chance," retorted Nancy, with huge satisfaction.
"She's gone." "Gone!" gasped Pollyanna.

"You don't mean that I've driven her away ?" Through Pollyanna's mind at the moment trooped remorseful memories of the morning with its unwanted boy, cat, and dog, and its unwelcome "glad" and forbidden "father" that would spring to her forgetful little tongue.