"And it ain't jest things I can put my fingers on, neither,"
rushed on Nancy, breathlessly. "It's little ways she has, that
shows how you've been softenin' her up an' mellerin' her
down--the cat, and the dog, and the way she speaks ter me, and
oh, lots o' things. Why, Miss Pollyanna, there ain't no tellin'
how she'd miss ye--if ye wa'n't here," finished Nancy, speaking
with an enthusiastic certainty that was meant to hide the
perilous admission she had almost made before. Even then she was
not quite prepared for the sudden joy that illumined Pollyanna's
face.
"Oh, Nancy, I'm so glad--glad--glad! You don't know how glad I am
that Aunt Polly--wants me!"
"As if I'd leave her now!" thought Pollyanna, as she climbed the
stairs to her room a little later. "I always knew I wanted to
live with Aunt Polly--but I reckon maybe I didn't know quite how
much I wanted Aunt Polly--to want to live with ME!"
The task of telling John Pendleton of her decision would not be
an easy one, Pollyanna knew, and she dreaded it.
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