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A Question answered
Therewasalongpause. Onlythesnappingofthewoodfireinthegratebrokethesilence. Atlast,however,themanspoke.
"No,Pollyanna;Isee. Youcouldn’tleaveher—now,"hesaid. "Iwon’taskyou—again." Thelastwordwassolowitwasalmostinaudible; butPollyannaheard.
"Oh,butyoudon’tknowabouttherestofit,"sheremindedhimeagerly. "There’stheverygladdestthingyouCANdo—trulythereis!"
"Notforme,Pollyanna."
"Yes,sir,foryou. YouSAIDit. Yousaidonlya—awoman’shandandheartorachild’spresencecouldmakeahome. AndIcangetitforyou—achild’spresence; —notme,youknow,butanotherone."
"AsifIwouldhaveanybutyou!"resentedanindignantvoice.
"Butyouwill—whenyouknow; you’resokindandgood! Why,thinkoftheprismsandthegoldpieces,andallthatmoneyyousavefortheheathen,and—"
"Pollyanna!"interruptedtheman,savagely. "Onceforallletusendthatnonsense! I’vetriedtotellyouhalfadozentimesbefore. Thereisnomoneyfortheheathen. Ineversentapennytotheminmylife.There!"
Heliftedhischinandbracedhimselftomeetwhatheexpected—thegrieveddisappointmentofPollyanna’seyes. Tohisamazement,however,therewasneithergriefnordisappointmentinPollyanna’seyes. Therewasonlysurprisedjoy.