I want you.

Will you come ?" Pollyanna looked distressed.
"Why, Mr.Pendleton, I can't--you know I can't.

Why, I'm--Aunt Polly's!" A quick something crossed the man's face that Pollyanna could not quite understand.

His head came up almost fiercely.
"You're no more hers than--Perhaps she would let you come to me," he finished more gently.

"Would you come--if she did ?" Pollyanna frowned in deep thought.
"But Aunt Polly has been so--good to me," she began slowly; "and she took me when I didn't have anybody left but the Ladies' Aid, and--" Again that spasm of something crossed the man's face; but this time, when he spoke, his voice was low and very sad.
"Pollyanna, long years ago I loved somebody very much.