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Which is more surprising
Pollyannalookedshocked.
"Why,Mr.Pendleton,asifI’dletyouspenditonme—allthatmoneyyou’vesavedfortheheathen!"
Adullredcametotheman’sface. Hestartedtospeak,butPollyannawasstilltalking.
"Besides,anybodywithsuchalotofmoneyasyouhavedoesn’tneedmetomakeyougladaboutthings. You’remakingotherfolkssogladgivingthemthingsthatyoujustcan’thelpbeinggladyourself! Why,lookatthoseprismsyougaveMrs.Snowandme,andthegoldpieceyougaveNancyonherbirthday,and—"
"Yes,yes—nevermindaboutallthat,"interruptedtheman. Hisfacewasvery,veryrednow—andnowonder,perhaps:itwasnotfor"givingthings"thatJohnPendletonhadbeenbestknowninthepast. "That’sallnonsense. ‘Twasn’tmuch,anyhow—butwhattherewas,wasbecauseofyou. YOUgavethosethings; notI! Yes,youdid,"herepeated,inanswertotheshockeddenialinherface. "AndthatonlygoestoproveallthemorehowIneedyou,littlegirl,"headded,hisvoicesofteningintotenderpleadingoncemore. "Ifever,everIamtoplaythe‘gladgame,’Pollyanna,you’llhavetocomeandplayitwithme."
Thelittlegirl’sforeheadpuckeredintoawistfulfrown.
"AuntPollyhasbeensogoodtome,"shebegan; butthemaninterruptedhersharply. Theoldirritabilityhadcomebacktohisface. ImpatiencewhichwouldbrooknooppositionhadbeenapartofJohnPendleton’snaturetoolongtoyieldveryeasilynowtorestraint.
