“Mr. Pendleton, you—you mean that you wish you—you had had that woman's hand and heart all this time?”
“Why, y-yes, Pollyanna.”
“Oh, I'm so glad! Then it's all right,” sighed the little girl. “Now you can take us both, and everything will be lovely.”
“Take—you—both?” repeated the man, dazedly.
A faint doubt crossed Pollyanna's countenance.
“Well, of course, Aunt Polly isn't won over, yet; but I'm sure she will be if you tell it to her just as you did to me, and then we'd both come, of course.”
A look of actual terror leaped to the man's eyes.
“Aunt Polly come—HERE!”
Pollyanna's eyes widened a little.
“Would you rather go THERE?” she asked. “Of course the house isn't quite so pretty, but it's nearer—”