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           "But—well,Ididn’tbringherhere. Nevermindwhy. Ijustdidn’tthat’sall. Andeversincethenthisgreatgraypileofstonehasbeenahouse—neverahome. Ittakesawoman’shandandheart,orachild’spresence,tomakeahome,Pollyanna; andIhavenothadeither. Nowwillyoucome,mydear?" 

           Pollyannasprangtoherfeet. Herfacewasfairlyillumined. 

           "Mr.Pendleton,you—youmeanthatyouwishyou—youhadhadthatwoman’shandandheartallthistime?" 

           "Why,y-yes,Pollyanna." 

           "Oh,I’msoglad! Thenit’sallright,"sighedthelittlegirl. "Nowyoucantakeusboth,andeverythingwillbelovely." 

           "Take—you—both?"repeatedtheman,dazedly. 

           AfaintdoubtcrossedPollyanna’scountenance. 

           "Well,ofcourse,AuntPollyisn’twonover,yet; butI’msureshewillbeifyoutellittoherjustasyoudidtome,andthenwe’dbothcome,ofcourse." 

           Alookofactualterrorleapedtotheman’seyes. 

           "AuntPollycome—HERE!" 

           Pollyanna’seyeswidenedalittle. 

           "WouldyourathergoTHERE?"sheasked. "Ofcoursethehouseisn’tquitesopretty,butit’snearer—" 

           "Pollyanna,whatAREyoutalkingabout?"askedtheman,verygentlynow. 

           "Why,aboutwherewe’regoingtolive,ofcourse,"rejoinedPollyanna,inobvioussurprise. "ITHOUGHTyoumeanthere,atfirst. YousaiditwasherethatyouhadwantedAuntPolly’shandandheartalltheseyearstomakeahome,and—" 

           Aninarticulatecrycamefromtheman’sthroat. Heraisedhishandandbegantospeak; butthenextmomenthedroppedhishandnervelesslyathisside. 

           "Thedoctor,sir,"saidthemaidinthedoorway. 

           Pollyannaroseatonce.