Pollyanna Crows up / Поллианна вырастает. Книга для чтения на английском языке

Carew’s eyes had lost their twinkle. They were turned rather mistrustfully, indeed, on Pollyanna. To herself Mrs. Carew was saying: “Now for preachment number one, I suppose, on my duty to mix with my fellow-men, à la Sister Della!”

“Don’t you? Oh, I do,” sighed Pollyanna. “They’re all so nice and so different, you know. And down here there must be such a lot of them to be nice and different. Oh, you don’t know how glad I am so soon that I came! I knew I would be, anyway, just as soon as I found out you were YOU – that is, Miss Wetherby’s sister, I mean.

I love Miss Wetherby, so I knew I should you, too; for of course you’d be alike – sisters, so – even if you weren’t twins like Mrs. Jones and Mrs. Peck – and they weren’t quite alike, anyway, on account of the wart. But I reckon you don’t know what I mean, so I’ll tell you.”

And thus it happened that Mrs. Carew, who had been steeling herself for a preachment on social ethics, found herself, much to her surprise and a little to her discomfiture, listening to the story of a wart on the nose of one Mrs.

Peck, Ladies’ Aider.

By the time the story was finished the limousine had turned into Commonwealth Avenue, and Pollyanna immediately began to exclaim at the beauty of a street which had such a “lovely big long yard all the way up and down through the middle of it,” and which was all the nicer, she said, “after all those little narrow streets.”

“Only I should think every one would want to live on it,” she commented enthusiastically.

“Very likely; but that would hardly be possible,” retorted Mrs. Carew, with uplifted eyebrows.

Pollyanna, mistaking the expression on her face for one of dissatisfaction that her own home was not on the beautiful Avenue, hastened to make amends[18 - hastened to make amends – (разг.) поспешила исправиться].

“Why, no, of course not,” she agreed. “And I didn’t mean that the narrower streets weren’t just as nice,” she hurried on; “and even better, maybe, because you could be glad you didn’t have to go so far when you wanted to run across the way to borrow eggs or soda, and – Oh, but DO you live here?” she interrupted herself, as the car came to a stop before the imposing Carew doorway.

“Do you live here, Mrs. Carew?”

“Why, yes, of course I live here,” returned the lady, with just a touch of irritation.