POLLYANNA
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, it disordered desk; and her heart ached for his loneliness. She wished that somewhere, some one might be found who— And 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 Pendleton's 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. "I've thought of the very gladdest kind of a thing for you to do, and—"
"With—you?" asked John Pendleton, his mouth growing a little stern at the corners.
"N-no; but—"
"Pollyanna, you aren't going to say no!" interrupted a voice deep with emotion.
"I—I've got to, Mr. Pendleton; truly I have. Aunt Polly—"
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