"I
see," she finished, her eyes stinging with sudden tears.
Pollyanna, fearful that her aunt might ask further embarrassing
questions, hastened to lead the conversation away from the
Pendleton house and its master.
"Dr. Chilton says so, too--that it takes a woman's hand and
heart, or a child's presence, to make a home, you know," she
remarked.
Miss Polly turned with a start.
"DR. CHILTON! How do you know--that?"
"He told me so. 'Twas when he said he lived in just rooms, you
know--not a home."
Miss Polly did not answer. Her eyes were out the window.
"So I asked him why he didn't get 'em.--a woman's hand and heart,
and have a home."
"Pollyanna!" Miss Polly had turned sharply. Her cheeks showed a
sudden color.
"Well, I did. He looked so--so sorrowful."
"What did he--say?" Miss Polly asked the question as if in spite
of some force within her that was urging her not to ask it.
"He didn't say anything for a minute; then he said very low that
you couldn't always get 'em for the asking.
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