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Two visits
"SoIaskedhimwhyhedidn’tget‘em—awoman’shandandheart,andhaveahome."
"Pollyanna!"MissPollyhadturnedsharply. Hercheeksshowedasuddencolor.
"Well,Idid. Helookedso—sosorrowful."
"Whatdidhe—say?"MissPollyaskedthequestionasifinspiteofsomeforcewithinherthatwasurginghernottoaskit.
"Hedidn’tsayanythingforaminute; thenhesaidverylowthatyoucouldn’talwaysget‘emfortheasking."
Therewasabriefsilence. MissPolly’seyeshadturnedagaintothewindow. Hercheekswerestillunnaturallypink.
Pollyannasighed.
"Hewantsone,anyhow,Iknow,andIwishhecouldhaveone."
"Why,Pollyanna,HOWdoyouknow?"
"Because,afterwards,onanotherday,hesaidsomethingelse. Hesaidthatlow,too,butIheardhim. Hesaidthathe’dgivealltheworldifhedidhaveonewoman’shandandheart. Why,AuntPolly,what’sthematter?" AuntPollyhadrisenhurriedlyandgonetothewindow.
"Nothing,dear. Iwaschangingthepositionofthisprism,"saidAuntPolly,whosewholefacenowwasaflame.
