Ain't he cross as sticks, most gen'rally?--and ain't
she--"
Nancy stopped abruptly, remembering just in time to whom, and
about whom, she was speaking. Suddenly, however, she chuckled.
"I ain't sayin', though, Miss Pollyanna, but what it would be a
pretty slick piece of business if you could GET 'em ter playin'
it--so they WOULD be glad ter make up. But, my land! wouldn't
folks stare some--Miss Polly and him! I guess, though, there
ain't much chance, much chance!"
Pollyanna said nothing; but when she went into the house a little
later, her face was very thoughtful.
CHAPTER XVIII. PRISMS
As the warm August days passed, Pollyanna went very frequently to
the great house on Pendleton Hill. She did not feel, however,
that her visits were really a success. Not but that the man
seemed to want her there--he sent for her, indeed, frequently;
but that when she was there, he seemed scarcely any the happier
for her presence--at least, so Pollyanna thought.
He talked to her, it was true, and he showed her many strange and
beautiful things--books, pictures, and curios.
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