Pollyanna Ch 27

Enjoy this bedtime tale to help you drift off into a peaceful slumber. Tonight's reading is Pollyanna by Eleanor H. Porter. Chapter 27 is about how Pollyanna gets a moment of joy again. This audio is perfect for children or adults who want to relax, discover magic, or find adventure before a great night's sleep.

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27.

Two Visits It was Nancy who was sent to tell Mr.

John Pendleton of Dr.

Meade's verdict.

Miss Polly had remembered her promise to let him have direct information from the house.

To go herself,

Or to write a letter she felt it almost equally out of the question.

It occurred to her then to send Nancy.

There had been a time when Nancy would have rejoiced greatly at this extraordinary opportunity to see something of the House of Mystery in its master.

But today her heart was too heavy to rejoice at anything.

She scarcely even looked about her at all.

Indeed,

During the few minutes she waited for Mr.

John Pendleton to appear.

I'm Nancy,

Sir,

She said respectfully,

In response to the surprise questioning of his eyes when he came into the room.

Miss Harrington sent me to tell you about.

.

.

Miss Pollyanna.

Well?

In spite of the curt-terseness of the word,

Nancy quite understood the anxiety that lay behind the short,

Well?

It ain't well,

Mr.

Pendleton,

She choked.

You don't mean.

.

.

He paused,

And she bowed her head miserably.

Yes,

Sir,

He says.

She can't walk again.

Never.

For a moment there was absolute silence in the room.

Then the man spoke,

In a voice shaken with emotion.

Poor little girl.

Poor little girl.

Nancy glanced at him,

But dropped her eyes at once.

She had not supposed that sour,

Cross,

Stern John Pendleton could look like that.

In a moment he spoke again,

Still in the low,

Unsteady voice.

It seems cruel,

Never to dance in the sunshine again.

My little prism girl.

There was another silence then,

And then abruptly the man said,

She herself doesn't know yet,

Of course,

Does she?

But she does,

Sir,

Sobbed Nancy,

And that's what makes it all the harder.

She found out.

Trap that cat.

I beg your pardon.

Apologized the girl hurriedly.

It's only that the cat pushed open the door,

And Miss Pollyanna overheard him talking.

She found out that way.

Poor little girl.

Sighed the man again.

Yes,

Sir.

You'd say so,

Sir,

If you could see her,

Choked Nancy.

I hadn't seen her but twice since.

She knew nothing about it,

And it done me up both times.

You see,

It's all so fresh and new to her,

And she keeps talking all the time of new things she can't do now.

It worries her too,

Because she can't seem to get glad.

Maybe you don't know about her game,

Though,

Broke off Nancy apologetically.

The glad game?

Asked the man.

Oh,

Yes,

She told me of that.

Oh,

She did.

Well,

I guess she has told it generally to most folks.

But you see,

Now she,

She can't play it herself,

And it worries her.

She says she can't think of a thing.

Not a thing about this not walking again to be glad about.

Well,

Why should she?

Retorted the man almost savagely.

Nancy shifted her feet uneasily.

That's the way I felt too.

Till I happened to think it would be easier if she could find something,

You know?

So I tried.

I tried to remind her.

To remind her of what?

John Pendleton's voice was still angrily impatient.

Of,

Of how she told others to play it to Miss Snow and the rest,

You know?

And what she said for them to do.

But the poor little lamb just cries and says it don't seem the same somehow.

She says it's easy to tell lifelong invalids to be glad,

But ain't the same when you're the lifelong invalid yourself.

And have to try to do it.

She thinks she's told herself over and over again how glad she is that other folks aren't like her.

But that all the time she's saying it,

She ain't really thinking it.

Only how she could never walk again.

Nancy paused,

But the man did not speak.

He sat with his hand over his eyes.

Then I tried to remind her how she used to say the game was all the nicer to play when,

When it was hard,

Resumed Nancy,

In a dull voice.

But she says that too is different.

When it really is hard.

And I must be going now,

Sir,

She broke off abruptly.

At the door she hesitated,

Turned and asked timidly.

I couldn't be telling Miss Pollyanna that,

That you'd seen Jimmy Bean again,

I suppose,

Sir,

Could I?

I don't see how you could,

As I haven't seen him,

Observe the man a little shortly.

Why?

Nothing,

Sir,

Only,

Well,

You see,

That's one of the things that she was feeling bad about,

That she couldn't take him to you now.

She said she'd taken him once,

But she didn't think he showed off very well that day,

And that she was afraid you didn't think he'd make a very nice child's presence after all.

Maybe you know what she means by that,

But I didn't,

Sir.

Yes,

I know what she means.

All right,

Sir,

It was only that she was wanting to take him again to you,

To just show you how lovely he was.

And now she,

She can't.

Drat that automobile.

I begs your pardon,

Sir,

Goodbye.

And Nancy fled precipitously.

It did not take long for the entire town of Beldingsville to learn that the great New York doctor had said Pollyanna Whittier would never walk again,

And certainly never before had the town been so stirred.

Everybody knew by sight now the little freckled face that had always a smile of greeting.

Almost everybody knew of the game that Pollyanna was playing.

To think that now,

Never again would that smiling face be seen on the streets.

Never again would that cheery little voice proclaim the gladness of some everyday experience.

It seemed unbelievable,

Impossible,

And cruel.

In kitchens and sitting rooms and over backyard fences,

Women talked of it and wept openly.

On street corners and in store lounging places,

The men talked to and wept,

Though not so openly.

And neither the talking nor the weeping grew less when fast on the heels of the news itself came Nancy's pitiful story that Pollyanna,

Face to face with what had come to her,

Was bemoaning most of all the fact that she could not play the game.

That she could not now be glad over anything.

It was then that the same thought must have in some way come to Pollyanna's friends.

At all events,

Almost at once,

The mistress of the Harrington homestead,

Greatly to her surprise,

Began to receive calls.

Calls from people she knew,

And people she did not know.

Calls from men,

Women,

And children,

Many of whom Miss Polly had not supposed that her niece knew at all.

Some came in and sat down for a stiff five or ten minutes.

Some stood awkwardly on the porch steps,

Fumbling with hats or handbags.

Some brought a book,

A bunch of flowers,

Or a dainty to tempt the palate.

Some cried frankly.

Some turned their backs and blew their noses furiously.

But all inquired very anxiously for the little injured girl,

And all sent to her some message.

And it was these messages which after a time,

Stirred Miss Polly to action.

First came Dr.

John Pendleton.

He came without his crutches today.

I don't need to tell you how shocked I am.

He began almost harshly.

But can nothing be done?

Miss Polly gave a gesture of despair.

Oh,

We're doing,

Of course,

All the time.

Dr.

Mead prescribed certain treatments and medicines that might help,

And Dr.

Warren is carrying them out to the letter,

Of course.

But Dr.

Mead held out almost no hope.

John Pendleton rose abruptly,

Though he had just come.

His face was white,

And his mouth was less set into two stern lines.

Miss Polly,

Looking at him,

Knew very well while he felt that he could not stay longer in her presence.

At the door,

He turned.

I have a message for Pollyanna,

He said.

Will you tell her,

Please?

That I have seen Jimmy Bean and that he's going to be my boy hereafter.

Tell her I thought she would be glad to know.

I shall adopt him,

Probably.

For a brief moment,

Miss Polly lost her usual well-bred self-control.

You will adopt Jimmy Bean?

She gasped.

The man lifted his chin a little.

Yes,

I think Pollyanna will understand.

You will tell her I thought she would be glad.

Why,

Of course,

Faltered Miss Polly.

Thank you,

Bowed John Pendleton as he turned to go.

In the middle of the floor,

Miss Polly stood,

Silent and amazed,

Still looking after the man who had just left her.

Even yet,

She could scarcely believe what her ears had heard.

John Pendleton adopt Jimmy Bean?

John Pendleton,

Wealthy,

Independent,

Morose,

Reputed to be miserably and supremely selfish,

To adopt a little boy?

And such a little boy?

With a somewhat dazed face,

Miss Polly went upstairs to Pollyanna's room.

Pollyanna,

I have a message for you from Mr.

John Pendleton.

He has just been here.

He says to tell you he has taken Jimmy Bean for his little boy.

He said he thought you'd be glad to know it.

Pollyanna's wistful little face flamed into sudden joy.

Glad?

Glad?

Well,

I reckon I am glad.

Oh,

Aunt Polly,

I've so wanted to find a place for Jimmy.

And that's such a lovely place.

Besides,

I'm so glad for Mr.

Pendleton,

Too.

You see,

Now he'll have the child's presence.

The what?

Pollyanna colored painfully.

She had forgotten that she had never told her aunt of Mr.

Pendleton's desire to adopt her.

And certainly,

She would not wish to tell her now that she had ever thought for a minute of leaving her.

This is dear,

Aunt Polly.

The child's presence,

Stammered Pollyanna hastily.

Mr.

Pendleton told me once,

You see,

That only a woman's hand or heart or a child's presence could make a home.

And now he's got it.

The child's presence.

Oh,

I see,

Said Miss Polly very gently.

And she did see,

More than Pollyanna realized.

She saw something of the pressure that was probably brought to bear on Pollyanna herself at the time John Pendleton was asking her to be the child's presence,

Which was to transform his great pile of gray stone into a home.

I see,

She finished.

Her eyes stinging with sudden tears.

Pollyanna,

Fearful that her aunt might ask further embarrassing questions,

Hastened to lead the conversation away from the Pendleton house and its master.

Dr.

Chilton says so too,

That it takes a woman's hand and heart or a child's presence to make a home,

You know,

She remarked.

Miss Polly turned with a start.

Dr.

Chilton,

How do you know that?

He told me so.

T'was when he said he lived in just rooms,

You know,

Not a home.

Miss Polly did not answer.

Her eyes were out of the window.

So I asked him why he didn't get him a woman's hand and heart and have a home.

Pollyanna,

Miss Polly had turned sharply.

Her cheek showed a sudden color.

Well,

I did.

He looked so,

So sorrowful.

What did he say?

Miss Polly asked the question as if in spite of some force within her that was urging her not to ask.

He didn't say anything for a minute.

Then he said very low that you couldn't always get him for the asking.

There was a brief silence.

Miss Polly's eyes had turned again to the window.

Her cheeks were still unnaturally pink.

Pollyanna sighed.

He wants one anyhow,

I know,

And I wish he could have one.

Why,

Pollyanna,

How do you know?

Because afterwards,

On another day,

He said something else.

He said that low too,

But I heard him.

He said that he'd give all the world if he did have one woman's hand and heart.

Why,

Aunt Polly,

What's the matter?

Aunt Polly had risen hurriedly and gone to the window.

Nothing,

Dear.

I was changing the position of this prism,

Said Aunt Polly,

Whose whole face now was aflame.

And that is the end of our story this evening.

Until next time,

Sweet dreams.

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At least a few glimmers of herself, but still… ouch 😭
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