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"
Yes
.
I
had
not
meant
to
tell
you
,
but
perhaps
it
's
better
,
after
all
,
that
I
do
--
now
.
"
John
Pendleton
's
face
had
grown
very
white
.
He
was
speaking
with
evident
difficulty
.
Pollyanna
,
her
eyes
wide
and
frightened
,
and
her
lips
parted
,
was
gazing
at
him
fixedly
.
"
I
loved
your
mother
;
but
she
--
did
n't
love
me
.
And
after
a
time
she
went
away
with
--
your
father
.
I
did
not
know
until
then
how
much
I
did
--
care
.
The
whole
world
suddenly
seemed
to
turn
black
under
my
fingers
,
and
--
But
,
never
mind
.
For
long
years
I
have
been
a
cross
,
crabbed
,
unlovable
,
unloved
old
man
--
though
I
'm
not
nearly
sixty
,
yet
,
Pollyanna
.
Then
,
One
day
,
like
one
of
the
prisms
that
you
love
so
well
,
little
girl
,
you
danced
into
my
life
,
and
flecked
my
dreary
old
world
with
dashes
of
the
purple
and
gold
and
scarlet
of
your
own
bright
cheeriness
.
I
found
out
,
after
a
time
,
who
you
were
,
and
--
and
I
thought
then
I
never
wanted
to
see
you
again
.
I
did
n't
want
to
be
reminded
of
--
your
mother
.
But
--
you
know
how
that
came
out
.
I
just
had
to
have
you
come
.
And
now
I
want
you
always
.
Pollyanna
,
wo
n't
you
come
NOW
?
"
"
But
,
Mr.
Pendleton
,
I
--
There
's
Aunt
Polly
!
"
Pollyanna
's
eyes
were
blurred
with
tears
.
The
man
made
an
impatient
gesture
.
"
What
about
me
?
How
do
you
suppose
I
'm
going
to
be
'
glad
'
about
anything
--
without
you
?
Why
,
Pollyanna
,
it
's
only
since
you
came
that
I
've
been
even
half
glad
to
live
!
But
if
I
had
you
for
my
own
little
girl
,
I
'd
be
glad
for
--
anything
;
and
I
'd
try
to
make
you
glad
,
too
,
my
dear
.
You
should
n't
have
a
wish
ungratified
.
All
my
money
,
to
the
last
cent
,
should
go
to
make
you
happy
.
"
Pollyanna
looked
shocked
.
"
Why
,
Mr.
Pendleton
,
as
if
I
'd
let
you
spend
it
on
me
--
all
that
money
you
've
saved
for
the
heathen
!
"
A
dull
red
came
to
the
man
's
face
.
He
started
to
speak
,
but
Pollyanna
was
still
talking
.
"
Besides
,
anybody
with
such
a
lot
of
money
as
you
have
does
n't
need
me
to
make
you
glad
about
things
.
You
're
making
other
folks
so
glad
giving
them
things
that
you
just
ca
n't
help
being
glad
yourself
!
Why
,
look
at
those
prisms
you
gave
Mrs.
Snow
and
me
,
and
the
gold
piece
you
gave
Nancy
on
her
birthday
,
and
--
"
"
Yes
,
yes
--
never
mind
about
all
that
,
"
interrupted
the
man
.
His
face
was
very
,
very
red
now
--
and
no
wonder
,
perhaps
:
it
was
not
for
"
giving
things
"
that
John
Pendleton
had
been
best
known
in
the
past
.
"
That
's
all
nonsense
.
'
Twas
n't
much
,
anyhow
--
but
what
there
was
,
was
because
of
you
.
YOU
gave
those
things
;
not
I
!
Yes
,
you
did
,
"
he
repeated
,
in
answer
to
the
shocked
denial
in
her
face
.
"
And
that
only
goes
to
prove
all
the
more
how
I
need
you
,
little
girl
,
"
he
added
,
his
voice
softening
into
tender
pleading
once
more
.
"
If
ever
,
ever
I
am
to
play
the
'
glad
game
,
'
Pollyanna
,
you
'll
have
to
come
and
play
it
with
me
.
"
The
little
girl
's
forehead
puckered
into
a
wistful
frown
.
