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"Your niece will know just what I mean; and I felt that I must tell her. Thank you; and pardon me, please, for any seeming rudeness in my call," she begged, as she took her leave. Thoroughly mystified now, Miss Polly hurried up-stairs to Pollyanna's room. "Pollyanna, do you know a Mrs. Tarbell?" "Oh, yes. I love Mrs. Tarbell.
And the very first thing I'm going to do is to ask you to swallow these little white pills for me." Pollyanna's eyes grew a bit wild. "But I don't want to be taken care of that is, not for long! I want to get up. You know I go to school. Can't I go to school to-morrow?" From the window where Aunt Polly stood now there came a half-stifled cry. "To-morrow?" smiled the nurse, brightly.
"Now you can take us both, and everything will be lovely." "Take you both?" repeated the man, dazedly. A faint doubt crossed Pollyanna's countenance. "Well, of course, Aunt Polly isn't won over, yet; but I'm sure she will be if you tell it to her just as you did to me, and then we'd both come, of course." A look of actual terror leaped to the man's eyes. "Aunt Polly come HERE!"
Even as he uttered the question, and sure as he was of his estimate of Pollyanna's character, Pendleton quite held his breath at his temerity. He could not help thinking of how quickly any other girl he knew would have resented that implied acceptance of her claim to no beauty. But Pollyanna's first words showed him that even this lurking fear of his was quite groundless.
His voice dropped, and trembled a little. "Oh-h, have you?" Pollyanna's fingers met and clutched each other in a spasmodic clasp. John Pendleton, however, seemed neither to hear nor see. He had leaped to his feet, and was nervously pacing up and down the little house.
"But I had forgotten it." "Oh, but I can explain that," cut in Jimmy, wetting his dry lips. "John Pendleton DID have a love affair once, but it was with Pollyanna's mother." "Pollyanna's mother!" exclaimed two voices in surprise. "Yes. He loved her years ago, but she did not care for him at all, I understand. She had another lover a minister, and she married him instead Pollyanna's father."
Nancy's lips parted abruptly, as if there were angry words all ready to come; but her eyes, resting on Pollyanna's jubilantly trustful face, saw something that prevented the words being spoken. "Humph!" she vouchsafed. Then, showing her old-time interest, she went on: "But, say, it is queer, his speakin' to you, honestly, Miss Pollyanna.
Less than twenty-four hours later, Miss Polly said to Nancy, crisply: "Nancy, you may move Miss Pollyanna's things down-stairs this morning to the room directly beneath. I have decided to have my niece sleep there for the present." "Yes, ma'am," said Nancy aloud. "O glory!" said Nancy to herself.
"Very well; then see that you don't act ungrateful," vouchsafed Miss Polly, as she turned toward the door. She had gone halfway down the stairs when a small, unsteady voice called after her: "Please, Aunt Polly, you didn't tell me which of my things you wanted to to give away." Aunt Polly emitted a tired sigh a sigh that ascended straight to Pollyanna's ears. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, Pollyanna.
Pendleton says it takes a woman's hand and heart to make a home, does he?" he asked evasively. "Yes. He says his is just a house, too. Why don't you, Dr. Chilton?" "Why don't I what?" The doctor had turned back to his desk. "Get a woman's hand and heart. Oh and I forgot." Pollyanna's face showed suddenly a painful color. "I suppose I ought to tell you. It wasn't Aunt Polly that Mr.
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