I'm going to tell them about you this afternoon." Again the boy turned fiercely.
"Not much you will! Maybe you think I'm goin' ter stand 'round an' hear a whole LOT o' women call me a beggar, instead of jest ONE! Not much!" "Oh, but you wouldn't be there," argued Pollyanna, quickly.

"I'd go alone, of course, and tell them." "You would ?" "Yes; and I'd tell it better this time," hurried on Pollyanna, quick to see the signs of relenting in the boy's face.

"And there'd be some of 'em, I know, that would be glad to give you a home." "I'd work--don't forget ter say that," cautioned the boy.
"Of course not," promised Pollyanna, happily, sure now that her point was gained.

"Then I'll let you know to-morrow." "Where ?" "By the road--where I found you to-day; near Mrs.Snow's house." "All right.

I'll be there." The boy paused before he went on slowly: "Maybe I'd better go back, then, for ter-night, ter the Home.