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CHAPTER XIX. WHICH IS SOMEWHAT SURPRISING
 Pollyanna entered school in September. Preliminary examinations showed that she was well advanced for a girl of her years, and she was soon a happy member of a class of girls and boys her own age.  
School, in some ways, was a surprise to Pollyanna; and Pollyanna, certainly, in many ways, was very much of a surprise to school. They were soon on the best of terms, however, and to her aunt Pollyanna confessed that going to school WAS living, after all—though she had had her doubts before.
 
In spite of her delight in her new work, Pollyanna did not forget her old friends. True, she could not give them quite so much time now, of course; but she gave them what time she could. Perhaps John Pendleton, of them all, however, was the most dissatisfied.
 
One Saturday afternoon he to her about it.
 
“See here, Pollyanna, how would you like to come and live with me?” he asked, a little impatiently. “I don't see anything of you, nowadays.”
 
Pollyanna laughed—Mr. Pendleton was such a funny man!
 
“I thought you didn't like to have folks 'round,” she said.
 
He made a face.
 
“Oh, but that was before you taught me to play that wonderful game of yours. Now I'm glad to be waited on, hand and foot! Never mind, I'll be on my own two feet yet, one of these days; then I'll see who steps around,” he finished, picking up one of the at his side and shaking it playfully at the little girl. They were sitting in the great library to-day.
 
“Oh, but you aren't really glad at all for things; you just SAY you are,” Pollyanna, her eyes on the dog, before the fire. “You know you don't play the game right EVER, Mr. Pendleton—you know you don't!”
 
The man's face grew suddenly very grave.
 
“That's why I want you, little girl—to help me play it. Will you come?”
 
Pollyanna turned in surprise.
 
“Mr. Pendleton, you don't really mean—that?”
 
“But I do. I want you. Will you come?”
 
Pollyanna looked .
 
“Why, Mr. Pendleton, I can't—you know I can't. Why, I'm—Aunt Polly's!”
 
A quick something crossed the man's face that Pollyanna could not quite understand. His head came up almost fiercely.
 
“You're no more hers than—Perhaps she would let you come to me,” he finished more gently. “Would you come—if she did?”
 
Pollyanna frowned in deep thought.
 
“But Aunt Polly has been so—good to me,” she began slowly; “and she took me when I didn't have anybody left but the Ladies' Aid, and—”
 
Again that of something crossed the man's face; but this time, when he spoke, his voice was low and very sad.
 
“Pollyanna, long years ago I love............
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