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The Second Glad Book
Trade——Mark
By Eleanor H. Porter
Author of "Pollyanna: The Glad Book." "Miss Billy,"
Trade——Mark
"Miss Billy's Decision," "Miss Billy—Married,"
"Cross Currents," "The Turn of the Tide," etc.
Illustrated by
H. Weston Taylor
To My Cousin Walter
I. Della Speaks Her Mind
II. Some Old Friends
III. A Dose Of Pollyanna
IV. The Game And Mrs. Carew
V. Pollyanna Takes A Walk
VI. Jerry To The Rescue
VII. A New Acquaintance
VIII. Jamie
IX. Plans And Plottings
X. In Murphy's Alley
XI. A Surprise For Mrs. Carew
XII. From Behind A Counter
XIII. A Waiting And A Winning
XIV. Jimmy And The Green-Eyed Monster
XV. Aunt Polly Takes Alarm
XVI. When Pollyanna Was Expected
XVII. When Pollyanna Came
XVIII. A Matter Of Adjustment
XIX. Two Letters
XX. The Paying Guests
XXI. Summer Days
XXII. Comrades
XXIII. "Tied To Two Sticks"
XXIV. Jimmy Wakes Up
XXV. The Game And Pollyanna
XXVI. John Pendleton
XXVII. The Day Pollyanna Did Not Play
XXVIII. Jimmy And Jamie
XXIX. Jimmy And John
XXX. John Pendleton Turns The Key
XXXI. After Long Years
XXXII. A New Aladdin
"Jimmy looked down at the wistful, eager face"
"'Oh, my! What a perfectly lovely automobile!'"
"Twice again, after short intervals, she trod the fascinating way"
"It was a wonderful hour"
"'I don't know her name yet, but I know HER, so it's all right'"
"'The instrument that you play on, Pollyanna, will be the great
heart of the world'"
"Involuntarily she turned as if to flee"
"'I'm glad, GLAD, GLAD for—everything now!'"
Della Wetherby tripped up the somewhat imposing steps of her sister'sCommonwealth Avenue home and pressed an energetic finger against theelectric-bell button. From the tip of her wing-trimmed hat to the toeof her low-heeled shoe she radiated health, capability, and alertdecision. Even her voice, as she greeted the maid that opened thedoor, vibrated with the joy of living.
"Good morning, Mary. Is my sister in?"
"Y-yes, ma'am, Mrs. Carew is in," hesitated the girl; "but—she gaveorders she'd see no one."
"Did she? Well, I'm no one," smiled Miss Wetherby, "so she'll see me.Don't worry—I'll take the blame," she nodded, in answer to thefrightened remonstrance in the girl's eyes. "Where is she—in hersitting-room?"
"Y-yes, ma'am; but—that is, she said—" Miss Wetherby, however, wasalready halfway up the broad stairway; and, with a despairing backwardglance, the maid turned away.
In the hall above Della Wetherby unhesitatingly walked toward ahalf-open door, and knocked.
"Well, Mary," answered a "dear-me-what-now" voice. "Haven't I—Oh,Della!" The voice grew suddenly warm with love and surprise. "You deargirl, where did you come from?"
"Yes, it's Dell