CHAPTER V

TWO OF A KIND Pollyanna was homesick. The attack had come on without warning. Jimmy had gone to his work early, as usual, and invariably, after Jimmy’s departure, the little apartment seemed painfully empty and forsaken. But as long as Pollyanna had been confronted with the problem of crowding twice as much into the tiny closets as any closet could reasonably be expected to accommodate, and packing away in the trunks the articles that would not be needed for several months, instead of something that Jimmy was going…