"You mustn't mind Jerry. That's just his way. He'd cut off his right hand for me—Jerry would; but he loves to tease. Where'd you see him? Does he know you? He didn't tell me your name."
"I'm Pollyanna Whittier. I was lost and he found me and took me home," answered Pollyanna, still a little dazedly.
"I see. Just like him," nodded the boy. "Don't he tote me up here every day?"
A quick sympathy came to Pollyanna's eyes.
"Can't you walk—at all—er—Sir J-James?"
The boy laughed gleefully.
"'Sir James,' indeed! That's only more of Jerry's nonsense. I ain't a
'Sir.'"
Pollyanna looked clearly disappointed.
"You aren't? Nor a—a lord, like he said?"
"I sure ain't."