CHAPTER XXIV

JIMMY KNOWS A GOOD THING The Beldingsville trains had a penchant for being late. That had been true of them as far back as Pollyanna could remember. If the war had not added materially to their reputation for tardiness, it had furnished them with an excuse for the same, and people in general accepted the situation and said nothing. Yet, as Pollyanna waited in the station that spring afternoon, listening to the big clock on the wall, and thinking what an extraordinarily long interval there was between ticks, she was…