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           Pollyanna’swistfullittlefaceflamedintosuddenjoy. "Glad? GLAD? Well,IreckonIamglad! Oh,AuntPolly,I’vesowantedtofindaplaceforJimmy—andthat’ssuchalovelyplace! Besides,I’msogladforMr.Pendleton,too. Yousee,nowhe’llhavethechild’spresence." 

           "The—what?" 

           Pollyannacoloredpainfully. ShehadforgottenthatshehadnevertoldherauntofMr.Pendleton’sdesiretoadopther—andcertainlyshewouldnotwishtotellhernowthatshehadeverthoughtforaminuteofleavingher—thisdearAuntPolly! 

           "Thechild’spresence,"stammeredPollyanna,hastily. "Mr.Pendletontoldmeonce,yousee,thatonlyawoman’shandandheartorachild’spresencecouldmakea—ahome. Andnowhe’sgotit—thechild’spresence." 

           "Oh,I—see,"saidMissPollyverygently; andshedidsee—morethanPollyannarealized. ShesawsomethingofthepressurethatwasprobablybroughttobearonPollyannaherselfatthetimeJohnPendletonwasaskingHERtobethe"child’spresence,"whichwastotransformhisgreatpileofgraystoneintoahome. "Isee,"shefinished,hereyesstingingwithsuddentears. 

           Pollyanna,fearfulthatherauntmightaskfurtherembarrassingquestions,hastenedtoleadtheconversationawayfromthePendletonhouseanditsmaster. 

           "Dr.Chiltonsaysso,too—thatittakesawoman’shandandheart,orachild’spresence,tomakeahome,youknow,"sheremarked. 

           MissPollyturnedwithastart. 

           "DR.CHILTON! Howdoyouknow—that?" 

           "Hetoldmeso. ‘Twaswhenhesaidhelivedinjustrooms,youknow—notahome." MissPollydidnotanswer. Hereyeswereoutthewindow.