There was a slight pause, then, with a sigh, Pollyanna resumed.

"I reckon maybe that's the part I don't like the most--that folks
don't know each other. It would be such a lot nicer if they did! Why,
just think, Mr. Pendleton, there are lots of folks that live on dirty,
narrow streets, and don't even have beans and fish balls to eat, nor
things even as good as missionary barrels to wear. Then there are
other folks--Mrs. Carew, and a whole lot like her--that live in
perfectly beautiful houses, and have more things to eat and wear than
they know what to do with. Now if THOSE folks only knew the other
folks--" But Mr. Pendleton interrupted with a laugh.

"My dear child, did it ever occur to you that these people don't CARE
to know each other?" he asked quizzically.

"Oh, but some of them do," maintained Pollyanna, in eager defense.
"Now there's Sadie Dean--she sells bows, lovely bows in a big
store--she WANTS to know people; and I introduced her to Mrs. Carew,
and we had her up to the house, and we had Jamie and lots of others
there, too; and she was SO glad to know them! And that's what made me
think that if only a lot of Mrs. Carew's kind could know the other
kind--but of course _I_ couldn't do the introducing. I didn't know
many of them myself, anyway. But if they COULD know each other, so
that the rich people could give the poor people part of their money--"

But again Mr. Pendleton interrupted with a laugh.

"Oh, Pollyanna, Pollyanna," he chuckled; "I'm afraid you're getting
into pretty deep water. You'll be a rabid little socialist before you