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

Pollyanna was now once more her usual cheerful self, and she stepped with the confident assurance of one who has no doubt. Had not the man said that this was a public park, and that she had as good a right as anybody to be there? She walked nearer to the pond and crossed the bridge to the starting-place of the little boats. For some time she watched the children happily, keeping a particularly sharp lookout for the possible black curls of Susie Smith. She would have liked to take a ride in the pretty boats, herself, but the sign said “Five cents” a trip, and she did not have any money with her.

She smiled hopefully into the faces of several women, and twice she spoke tentatively. But no one spoke first to her, and those whom she addressed eyed her coldly, and made scant response.

After a time she turned her steps into still another path. Here she found a white-faced boy in a wheelchair. She would have spoken to him, but he was so absorbed in his book that she turned away after a moment’s wistful gazing.

Soon then she came upon a pretty, but sad-looking young girl sitting alone, staring at nothing, very much as the man had sat. With a contented little cry Pollyanna hurried forward.

“Oh, how do you do?” she beamed. “I’m so glad I found you! I’ve been hunting ever so long for you,” she asserted, dropping herself down on the unoccupied end of the bench.

The pretty girl turned with a start, an eager look of expectancy in her eyes.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, falling back in plain disappointment.

“I thought – Why, what do you mean?” she demanded aggrievedly. “I never set eyes on you before in my life.”

“No, I didn’t you, either,” smiled Pollyanna; “but I’ve been hunting for you, just the same. That is, of course I didn’t know you were going to be YOU exactly. It’s just that I wanted to find some one that looked lonesome, and that didn’t have anybody. Like me, you know. So many here to-day have got folks. See?”

“Yes, I see,” nodded the girl, falling back into her old listlessness.

“But, poor little kid, it’s too bad YOU should find it out – so soon.”

“Find what out?”

“That the lonesomest place in all the world is in a crowd in a big city.”

Pollyanna frowned and pondered.

“Is it? I don’t see how it can be. I don’t see how you can be lonesome when you’ve got folks all around you. Still —” she hesitated, and the frown deepened.