Miss Polly's eyes had turned again to the window.

Her cheeks were still unnaturally pink.
Pollyanna sighed.
"He wants one, anyhow, I know, and I wish he could have one." "Why, Pollyanna, HOW do you know ?" "Because, afterwards, on another day, he said something else.

He said that low, too, but I heard him.

He said that he'd give all the world if he did have one woman's hand and heart.

Why, Aunt Polly, what's the matter ?" Aunt Polly had risen hurriedly and gone to the window.
"Nothing, dear.