Pollyanna skipped gleefully.
“I did, 'most—only I flew down instead of up. I came down the tree.”
Nancy stopped short.
“You did—what?”
“Came down the tree, outside my window.”
“My stars and stockings!” gasped Nancy, hurrying on again. “I'd like ter know what yer aunt would say ter that!”
“Would you? Well, I'll tell her, then, so you can find out,” promised the little girl, cheerfully.
“Mercy!” gasped Nancy. “No—no!”
“Why, you don't mean she'd CARE!” cried Pollyanna, plainly disturbed.
“No—er—yes—well, never mind. I—I ain't so very particular about knowin' what she'd say, truly,” stammered Nancy, determined to keep one scolding from Pollyanna, if nothing more. “But, say, we better hurry. I've got ter get them dishes done, ye know.”