She said you'd think 'twas queer.

But there weren't any black things in the last missionary barrel, only a lady's velvet basque which Deacon Carr's wife said wasn't suitable for me at all; besides, it had white spots--worn, you know--on both elbows, and some other places.

Part of the Ladies' Aid wanted to buy me a black dress and hat, but the other part thought the money ought to go toward the red carpet they're trying to get--for the church, you know.

Mrs.White said maybe it was just as well, anyway, for she didn't like children in black--that is, I mean, she liked the children, of course, but not the black part." Pollyanna paused for breath, and Nancy managed to stammer: "Well, I'm sure it--it'll be all right." "I'm glad you feel that way.

I do, too," nodded Pollyanna, again with that choking little breath.