CHAPTER XV

JIMMY HAS A BIRTHDAY One sunshiny morning in January, the table in Pollyanna’s dining-room looked as if she had planned for a feast of reason instead of an ordinary breakfast. All around Jimmy’s plate were piles of books, books bound in half morocco and presenting such an attractive appearance that one felt illogically sure that there must be something very interesting inside. Jimmy was singing loudly as he dressed. In the kitchen Pollyanna bustled about, with an air of desperate energy, doing something and then un…