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Page 68
"Was she?" murmured Pollyanna abstractedly, eyeing the clouds in
her turn.
Nancy sniffed a little.
"You don't seem ter notice what I said," she observed
aggrievedly. "I said yer aunt was WORRIED about ye!"
"Oh," sighed Pollyanna, remembering suddenly the question she was
so soon to ask her aunt. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare her."
"Well, I'm glad," retorted Nancy, unexpectedly. "I am, I am."
Pollyanna stared.
"GLAD that Aunt Polly was scared about me! Why, Nancy, THAT isn't
the way to play the game--to be glad for things like that!" she
objected.
"There wa'n't no game in it," retorted Nancy. "Never thought of
it. YOU don't seem ter sense what it means ter have Miss Polly
WORRIED about ye, child!"
"Why, it means worried--and worried is horrid--to feel,"
maintained Pollyanna. "What else can it mean?"
Nancy tossed her head.
"Well, I'll tell ye what it means. It means she's at last gettin'
down somewheres near human--like folks; an' that she ain't jest
doin' her duty by ye all the time."
"Why, Nancy," demurred the scandalized Pollyanna, "Aunt Polly
always does her duty. She--she's a very dutiful woman!"
Unconsciously Pollyanna repeated John Pendleton's words of half
an hour before.
Nancy chuckled.
"You're right she is--and she always was, I guess! But she's
somethin' more, now, since you came."
Pollyanna's face changed. Her brows drew into a troubled frown.
"There, that's what I was going to ask you, Nancy," she sighed.
"Do you think Aunt Polly likes to have me here? Would she
mind--if if I wasn't here any more?"
Nancy threw a quick look into the little girl's absorbed face.
She had expected to be asked this question long before, and she
had dreaded it. She had wondered how she should answer it--how
she could answer it honestly without cruelly hurting the
questioner. But now, NOW, in the face of the new suspicions that
had become convictions by the afternoon's umbrella-sending--Nancy
only welcomed the question with open arms. She was sure that,
with a clean conscience to-day, she could set the love-hungry
little girl's heart at rest.
"Likes ter have ye here? Would she miss ye if ye wa'n't here?"
cried Nancy, indignantly. "As if that wa'n't jest what I was
tellin' of ye! Didn't she send me posthaste with an umbrella
'cause she see a little cloud in the sky? Didn't she make me tote
yer things all down-stairs, so you could have the pretty room you
wanted? Why, Miss Pollyanna, when ye remember how at first she
hated ter have--"
With a choking cough Nancy pulled herself up just in time.
"And it ain't jest things I can put my fingers on, neither,"
rushed on Nancy, breathlessly. "It's little ways she has, that
shows how you've been softenin' her up an' mellerin' her
down--the cat, and the dog, and the way she speaks ter me, and
oh, lots o' things. Why, Miss Pollyanna, there ain't no tellin'
how she'd miss ye--if ye wa'n't here," finished Nancy, speaking
with an enthusiastic certainty that was meant to hide the
perilous admission she had almost made before. Even then she was
not quite prepared for the sudden joy that illumined Pollyanna's
face.
"Oh, Nancy, I'm so glad--glad--glad! You don't know how glad I am
that Aunt Polly--wants me!"
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