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"I don't know I only thought you might it might amuse you to know that I haven't changed " "As others have? Is that what you mean, Bunny?" "No, no, I didn't think I didn't mean " "Yes, you did. Why not say it to me? You mean that you, and others, have heard rumours. You mean that you, unlike others, are trying to make me understand that you are still loyal to me. Is that it?" "Y-yes. Good Lord!
Well, maybe not; but, you see, MY father was a minister, and he " "Yes. Why, was yours, too?" cried Pollyanna, answering something she saw in the other's face. "Y-yes." A faint color crept up to the girl's forehead. "Oh, and has he gone like mine to be with God and the angels?" The girl turned away her head. "No. He's still living back home," she answered, half under her breath.
"Goodness," she said faintly, and attempted to rise. But her fish tail fettered her. "Are you real!" gasped Kingsbury. "Y-yes.... Are you?" "Great James!" he half shouted, half sobbed, "are you human?" "V-very. Are you?" He clutched at the weedy rock and dragged himself up. For a moment he lay breathing fast, water dripping from his soaked clothing.
"Well, she wrote a letter." "I'll warrant she did! Great Scott, Billy! Don't you know Kate by this time?" "Y-yes, I said so, too. But, Bertram, what she wrote was true. I found it everywhere, afterwards in magazines and papers, and even in Marie." "Humph!
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." "Oh, I'm so glad! Then it's all right," sighed the little girl.
Mother says they're real pretty and cunning." "Er y-yes, they are," murmured Billy, on whom the emphasis of the "they're" had not been lost. Naturally, as may be supposed, therefore, Billy had not forgotten little Kate's opening remarks. Immediately after Christmas Mr. Hartwell and the boys went back to their Western home, leaving Mrs.
Still John Pendleton paid no heed. Still moodily he sat wrapped in thought. At last, however, he lifted his head and gazed somberly into Pollyanna's startled eyes. "Pollyanna." "Yes, Mr. Pendleton." "Do you remember the sort of man I was when you first knew me, years ago?" "Why, y-yes, I think so." "Delightfully agreeable specimen of humanity, wasn't I?"
"You couldn't hear the shrill whistle when we were coming here," Arthur exclaimed suddenly, "and you can't hear the squeak of a bat. Of course your ears are pitched lower than usual, and you can hear sounds that are lower than I can hear. Listen carefully. Does it sound in the least like a liquid rushing through somewhere?" "Y-yes," said Estelle hesitatingly.
"Y-yes," she sobbed. "They are there somewhere. B-but, oh dear! I cannot see them now for my tears." Someone dug a joyful thumb into Curtis's ribs. It was the girl's husband. "Gee, it's fine to be home again!" he said huskily.
"Yes, I suppose so," sighed Dora. "And don't you remember what Effie Gowan told us she had heard her mother laughing and telling her father? That when he asks after us he always says, 'Well, how are the ducky little girls? Or else, 'When are you going to bring the little pets down?" "Y-yes," said Dora, "yes, I suppose he must be serious then as he's not a boy." "And Mrs.
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