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Pollyanna
's
face
changed
.
Her
brows
drew
into
a
troubled
frown
.
"
There
,
that
's
what
I
was
going
to
ask
you
,
Nancy
,
"
she
sighed
.
"
Do
you
think
Aunt
Polly
likes
to
have
me
here
?
Would
she
mind
--
if
if
I
was
n't
here
any
more
?
"
Nancy
threw
a
quick
look
into
the
little
girl
's
absorbed
face
.
She
had
expected
to
be
asked
this
question
long
before
,
and
she
had
dreaded
it
.
She
had
wondered
how
she
should
answer
it
--
how
she
could
answer
it
honestly
without
cruelly
hurting
the
questioner
.
But
now
,
NOW
,
in
the
face
of
the
new
suspicions
that
had
become
convictions
by
the
afternoon
's
umbrella-sending
--
Nancy
only
welcomed
the
question
with
open
arms
.
She
was
sure
that
,
with
a
clean
conscience
to-day
,
she
could
set
the
love-hungry
little
girl
's
heart
at
rest
.
"
Likes
ter
have
ye
here
?
Would
she
miss
ye
if
ye
wa
'n'
t
here
?
"
cried
Nancy
,
indignantly
.
"
As
if
that
wa
'n'
t
jest
what
I
was
tellin
'
of
ye
!
Did
n't
she
send
me
posthaste
with
an
umbrella
'
cause
she
see
a
little
cloud
in
the
sky
?
Did
n't
she
make
me
tote
yer
things
all
down-stairs
,
so
you
could
have
the
pretty
room
you
wanted
?
Why
,
Miss
Pollyanna
,
when
ye
remember
how
at
first
she
hated
ter
have
--
"
With
a
choking
cough
Nancy
pulled
herself
up
just
in
time
.
"
And
it
ai
n't
jest
things
I
can
put
my
fingers
on
,
neither
,
"
rushed
on
Nancy
,
breathlessly
.
"
It
's
little
ways
she
has
,
that
shows
how
you
've
been
softenin
'
her
up
an
'
mellerin
'
her
down
--
the
cat
,
and
the
dog
,
and
the
way
she
speaks
ter
me
,
and
oh
,
lots
o
'
things
.
Why
,
Miss
Pollyanna
,
there
ai
n't
no
tellin
'
how
she
'd
miss
ye
--
if
ye
wa
'n'
t
here
,
"
finished
Nancy
,
speaking
with
an
enthusiastic
certainty
that
was
meant
to
hide
the
perilous
admission
she
had
almost
made
before
.
Even
then
she
was
not
quite
prepared
for
the
sudden
joy
that
illumined
Pollyanna
's
face
.
"
Oh
,
Nancy
,
I
'm
so
glad
--
glad
--
glad
!
You
do
n't
know
how
glad
I
am
that
Aunt
Polly
--
wants
me
!
"
"
As
if
I
'd
leave
her
now
!
"
thought
Pollyanna
,
as
she
climbed
the
stairs
to
her
room
a
little
later
.
"
I
always
knew
I
wanted
to
live
with
Aunt
Polly
--
but
I
reckon
maybe
I
did
n't
know
quite
how
much
I
wanted
Aunt
Polly
--
to
want
to
live
with
ME
!
"
The
task
of
telling
John
Pendleton
of
her
decision
would
not
be
an
easy
one
,
Pollyanna
knew
,
and
she
dreaded
it
.
She
was
very
fond
of
John
Pendleton
,
and
she
was
very
sorry
for
him
--
because
he
seemed
to
be
so
sorry
for
himself
.
She
was
sorry
,
too
,
for
the
long
,
lonely
life
that
had
made
him
so
unhappy
;
and
she
was
grieved
that
it
had
been
because
of
her
mother
that
he
had
spent
those
dreary
years
.
She
pictured
the
great
gray
house
as
it
would
be
after
its
master
was
well
again
,
with
its
silent
rooms
,
its
littered
floors
,
its
disordered
desk
;
and
her
heart
ached
for
his
loneliness
.
She
wished
that
somewhere
,
some
one
might
be
found
who
--
And
it
was
at
this
point
that
she
sprang
to
her
feet
with
a
little
cry
of
joy
at
the
thought
that
had
come
to
her
.
As
soon
as
she
could
,
after
that
,
she
hurried
up
the
hill
to
John
Pendleton
's
house
;
and
in
due
time
she
found
herself
in
the
great
dim
library
,
with
John
Pendleton
himself
sitting
near
her
,
his
long
,
thin
hands
lying
idle
on
the
arms
of
his
chair
,
and
his
faithful
little
dog
at
his
feet
.
"
Well
,
Pollyanna
,
is
it
to
be
the
'
glad
game
'
with
me
,
all
the
rest
of
my
life
?
"
asked
the
man
,
gently
.
