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"
You
're
no
more
hers
than
--
Perhaps
she
would
let
you
come
to
me
,
"
he
finished
more
gently
.
"
Would
you
come
--
if
she
did
?
"
Pollyanna
frowned
in
deep
thought
.
"
But
Aunt
Polly
has
been
so
--
good
to
me
,
"
she
began
slowly
;
"
and
she
took
me
when
I
did
n't
have
anybody
left
but
the
Ladies
'
Aid
,
and
--
"
Again
that
spasm
of
something
crossed
the
man
's
face
;
but
this
time
,
when
he
spoke
,
his
voice
was
low
and
very
sad
.
"
Pollyanna
,
long
years
ago
I
loved
somebody
very
much
.
I
hoped
to
bring
her
,
some
day
,
to
this
house
.
I
pictured
how
happy
we
'd
be
together
in
our
home
all
the
long
years
to
come
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
pitied
Pollyanna
,
her
eyes
shining
with
sympathy
.
"
But
--
well
,
I
did
n't
bring
her
here
.
Never
mind
why
.
I
just
did
n't
that
's
all
.
And
ever
since
then
this
great
gray
pile
of
stone
has
been
a
house
--
never
a
home
.
It
takes
a
woman
's
hand
and
heart
,
or
a
child
's
presence
,
to
make
a
home
,
Pollyanna
;
and
I
have
not
had
either
.
Now
will
you
come
,
my
dear
?
"
Pollyanna
sprang
to
her
feet
.
Her
face
was
fairly
illumined
.
"
Mr.
Pendleton
,
you
--
you
mean
that
you
wish
you
--
you
had
had
that
woman
's
hand
and
heart
all
this
time
?
"
"
Why
,
y-yes
,
Pollyanna
.
"
