Oh, come, I know Aunt Polly'll take you! You don't know how good and kind she is!" Jimmy Bean's thin little face brightened.
"Honest Injun?
Would she, now?
I'd work, ye know, an' I'm real strong!" He bared a small, bony arm.
"Of course she would! Why, my Aunt Polly is the nicest lady in the world--now that my mama has gone to be a Heaven angel.

And there's rooms--heaps of 'em," she continued, springing to her feet, and tugging at his arm.

"It's an awful big house.

Maybe, though," she added a little anxiously, as they hurried on, "maybe you'll have to sleep in the attic room.

I did, at first.