She can always be sick and have things, you know; but his is just a broken leg, and legs don't last--I mean, broken ones.

He's had it a whole week now." "Yes, I remember.

I heard Mr.John Pendleton had met with an accident," said Miss Polly, a little stiffly; "but--I do not care to be sending jelly to John Pendleton, Pollyanna." "I know, he is cross--outside," admitted Pollyanna, sadly, "so I suppose you don't like him.

But I wouldn't say 'twas you sent it.

I'd say 'twas me.