Then he told me all about the woman's hand and heart that he used to want, and I found out that he wanted it now; and I was so glad! For of course if he wants to make up the quarrel, everything will be all right now, and Aunt Polly and I will both go to live there, or else he'll come to live with us.

Of course Aunt Polly doesn't know yet, and we haven't got everything settled; so I suppose that is why he wanted to see me this afternoon, sure." The doctor sat suddenly erect.

There was an odd smile on his lips.
"Yes; I can well imagine that Mr.John Pendleton does--want to see you, Pollyanna," he nodded, as he pulled his horse to a stop before the door.
"There's Aunt Polly now in the window," cried Pollyanna; then, a second later: "Why, no, she isn't--but I thought I saw her!" "No; she isn't there--now," said the doctor, His lips had suddenly lost their smile.
Pollyanna found a very nervous John Pendleton waiting for her that afternoon.
"Pollyanna," he began at once.

"I've been trying all night to puzzle out what you meant by all that, yesterday--about my wanting your Aunt Polly's hand and heart here all those years.

What did you mean ?" "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.