You see there's such a lot depends on 'em, somehow." The Rev.Paul Ford turned a little wonderingly.
"Was YOUR father a minister, Pollyanna ?" "Yes, sir.

Didn't you know?
I supposed everybody knew that.

He married Aunt Polly's sister, and she was my mother." "Oh, I understand.

But, you see, I haven't been here many years, so I don't know all the family histories." "Yes, sir--I mean, no, sir," smiled Pollyanna.
There was a long pause.

The minister, still sitting at the foot of the tree, appeared to have forgotten Pollyanna's presence.