"She was, my dear."
Pollyanna looked still more amazed.
"Then I don't see how I CAN be like her!"
The man laughed outright.
"Pollyanna, if some girls had said that, I—well, never mind what I'd say. You little witch!—you poor, homely little Pollyanna!"
Pollyanna flashed a genuinely distressed reproof straight into the man's merry eyes.
"Please, Mr. Pendleton, don't look like that, and don't tease me—about THAT. I'd so LOVE to be beautiful—though of course it sounds silly to say it. And I HAVE a mirror, you know."
"Then I advise you to look in it—when you're talking sometime," observed the man sententiously.
Pollyanna's eyes flew wide open.
"Why, that's just what Jimmy said," she cried.