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Book, page 131 / 234 "Yes, so Nancy told me--good old soul! She'd got the whole house open, and had contrived somehow to make it look as if it wasn't a tomb of dead hopes and lost pleasures. Of course the grounds looked fairly well, for Old Tom has kept them up, after a fashion. But it made my heart ache--the whole thing." There was a long silence, then, curtly, John Pendleton suggested: "They ought to be met." "They will be met." "Are YOU going to the station?" "I am." "Then you know what train they're coming on." "Oh, no. Neither does Nancy." "Then how will you manage?" "I'm going to begin in the morning and go to every train till they come," laughed the young man, a bit grimly. "Timothy's going, too, with the family carriage. After all, there aren't many trains, anyway, that they can come on, you know." "Hm-m, I know," said John Pendleton. "Jim, I admire your nerve, but not your judgment. I'm glad you're going to follow your nerve and not your judgment, however--and I wish you good luck." "Thank you, sir," smiled the young man dolefully. "I need 'em--your good wishes--all right, all right, as Nancy says." CHAPTER XVII WHEN POLLYANNA CAME
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