But was this--the right step?
Slowly the minister folded the papers and thrust them back into his pocket.

Then, with a sigh that was almost a moan, he flung himself down at the foot of a tree, and covered his face with his hands.
It was there that Pollyanna, on her way home from the Pendleton house, found him.

With a little cry she ran forward.
"Oh, oh, Mr.Ford! You--YOU haven't broken YOUR leg or--or anything, have you ?" she gasped.
The minister dropped his hands, and looked up quickly.

He tried to smile.
"No, dear--no, indeed! I'm just--resting." "Oh," sighed Pollyanna, falling back a little.

"That's all right, then.
You see, Mr.Pendleton HAD broken his leg when I found him--but he was lying down, though.