As for your coming to me--you just ask her and see if she won't let you come.

And, oh, little girl, little girl, I want you so!" he finished brokenly.
Pollyanna rose to her feet with a long sigh.
"All right.

I'll ask her," she said wistfully.

"Of course I don't mean that I wouldn't like to live here with you, Mr.Pendleton, but--" She did not complete her sentence.

There was a moment's silence, then she added: "Well, anyhow, I'm glad I didn't tell her yesterday;--'cause then I supposed SHE was wanted, too." John Pendleton smiled grimly.
"Well, yes, Pollyanna; I guess it is just as well you didn't mention it--yesterday." "I didn't--only to the doctor; and of course he doesn't count." "The doctor!" cried John Pendleton, turning quickly.
"Not--Dr .-- Chilton ?" "Yes; when he came to tell me you wanted to see me to-day, you know." "Well, of all the--" muttered the man, falling back in his chair.