And now I want you always.

Pollyanna, won't you come NOW ?" "But, Mr.Pendleton, I--There's Aunt Polly!" Pollyanna's eyes were blurred with tears.
The man made an impatient gesture.
"What about me?
How do you suppose I'm going to be 'glad' about anything--without you?
Why, Pollyanna, it's only since you came that I've been even half glad to live! But if I had you for my own little girl, I'd be glad for--anything; and I'd try to make you glad, too, my dear.

You shouldn't have a wish ungratified.

All my money, to the last cent, should go to make you happy." Pollyanna looked shocked.
"Why, Mr.Pendleton, as if I'd let you spend it on me--all that money you've saved for the heathen!" A dull red came to the man's face.

He started to speak, but Pollyanna was still talking.
"Besides, anybody with such a lot of money as you have doesn't need me to make you glad about things.