I couldn't--her and a
lover! But Mr. Tom said she had, and that he was livin' now right
in this town. And NOW I know, of course. It's John Pendleton.
Hain't he got a mystery in his life? Don't he shut himself up in
that grand house alone, and never speak ter no one? Didn't he act
queer when he found out you was Miss Polly's niece? And now
hain't he owned up that you remind him of somethin' he wants ter
forget? Just as if ANYBODY couldn't see 'twas Miss Polly!--an'
her sayin' she wouldn't send him no jelly, too. Why, Miss
Pollyanna, it's as plain as the nose on yer face; it is, it is!"
"Oh-h!" breathed Pollyanna, in wide-eyed amazement. "But, Nancy,
I should think if they loved each other they'd make up some time.
Both of 'em all alone, so, all these years. I should think they'd
be glad to make up!"
Nancy sniffed disdainfully.
"I guess maybe you don't know much about lovers, Miss Pollyanna.
You ain't big enough yet, anyhow. But if there IS a set o' folks
in the world that wouldn't have no use for that 'ere 'glad game'
o' your'n, it'd be a pair o' quarrellin' lovers; and that's what
they be.
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