Of a sudden she turned, her face illumined.
"Say, I'll tell you what I WILL do! The Ladies' Aid meets this afternoon.

I heard Aunt Polly say so.

I'll lay your case before them.
That's what father always did, when he wanted anything--educating the heathen and new carpets, you know." The boy turned fiercely.
"Well, I ain't a heathen or a new carpet.

Besides--what is a Ladies' Aid ?" Pollyanna stared in shocked disapproval.
"Why, Jimmy Bean, wherever have you been brought up ?--not to know what a Ladies' Aid is!" "Oh, all right--if you ain't tellin'," grunted the boy, turning and beginning to walk away indifferently.
Pollyanna sprang to his side at once.
"It's--it's--why, it's just a lot of ladies that meet and sew and give suppers and raise money and--and talk; that's what a Ladies' Aid is.
They're awfully kind--that is, most of mine was, back home.

I haven't seen this one here, but they're always good, I reckon.