It takes a woman's hand and heart, or a child's presence, to make a home, Pollyanna; and I have not had either.

Now will you come, my dear ?" Pollyanna sprang to her feet.

Her face was fairly illumined.
"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--" "Pollyanna, what ARE you talking about ?" asked the man, very gently now.
"Why, about where we're going to live, of course," rejoined Pollyanna, in obvious surprise.