in the sky? Didnt she make me tote yer things all downstairs, 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 aint jest things I can put my fingers on, neither, rushed on Nancy, breathlessly. Its little ways she has, that shows how youve been softenin her up an mellerin her downthe cat, and the dog, and the way she speaks ter me, and oh, lots o things. Why, Miss Pollyanna, there aint no tellin how shed miss yeif ye want 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 Pollyannas face.
Oh, Nancy, Im so gladgladglad! You dont know how glad I am that Aunt Pollywants me!
As if Id 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 Pollybut I reckon maybe I didnt know quite how much I wanted Aunt Pollyto 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 himbecause 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 whoAnd 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 Pendletons 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.
Oh, yes, cried Pollyanna. Ive thought of the very gladdest kind of a thing for you to do, and
Withyou? asked John Pendleton, his mouth growing a little stern at the corners.
Pollyanna, you arent going to say no! interrupted a voice deep with emotion.
IIve got to, Mr. Pendleton; truly I have. Aunt Polly
Did she refuseto let youcome?
II didnt ask her, stammered the little girl, miserably.
Pollyanna turned away her eyes. She could not meet the hurt, grieved gaze of her friend.
So you didnt even ask her!
I couldnt, sirtruly, faltered Pollyanna. You see, I found outwithout asking. Aunt Polly wants me with her, andand I want to stay, too, she confessed bravely. You dont know how good shes been to
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