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"
Pollyanna
!
"
Miss
Polly
had
turned
sharply
.
Her
cheeks
showed
a
sudden
color
.
"
Well
,
I
did
.
He
looked
so
--
so
sorrowful
.
"
"
What
did
he
--
say
?
"
Miss
Polly
asked
the
question
as
if
in
spite
of
some
force
within
her
that
was
urging
her
not
to
ask
it
.
"
He
did
n't
say
anything
for
a
minute
;
then
he
said
very
low
that
you
could
n't
always
get
'
em
for
the
asking
.
"
There
was
a
brief
silence
.
Miss
Polly
's
eyes
had
turned
again
to
the
window
.
Her
cheeks
were
still
unnaturally
pink
.
Pollyanna
sighed
.
"
He
wants
one
,
anyhow
,
I
know
,
and
I
wish
he
could
have
one
.
"
"
Why
,
Pollyanna
,
HOW
do
you
know
?
"
"
Because
,
afterwards
,
on
another
day
,
he
said
something
else
.
He
said
that
low
,
too
,
but
I
heard
him
.
He
said
that
he
'd
give
all
the
world
if
he
did
have
one
woman
's
hand
and
heart
.
Why
,
Aunt
Polly
,
what
's
the
matter
?
"
Aunt
Polly
had
risen
hurriedly
and
gone
to
the
window
.
"
Nothing
,
dear
.
I
was
changing
the
position
of
this
prism
,
"
said
Aunt
Polly
,
whose
whole
face
now
was
aflame
.
