“Why, because you were lovers, you know once; and I was so glad you still felt that way now.”
“Lovers!—your Aunt Polly and I?”
At the obvious surprise in the man's voice, Pollyanna opened wide her eyes.
“Why, Mr. Pendleton, Nancy said you were!”
The man gave a short little laugh.
“Indeed! Well, I'm afraid I shall have to say that Nancy—didn't know.”
“Then you—weren't lovers?” Pollyanna's voice was tragic with dismay.
“Never!”
“And it ISN'T all coming out like a book?”
There was no answer. The man's eyes were moodily fixed out the window.