I like him.

I'd be glad to send him jelly." Miss Polly began to shake her head again.

Then, suddenly, she stopped, and asked in a curiously quiet voice: "Does he know who you--are, Pollyanna ?" The little girl sighed.
"I reckon not.

I told him my name, once, but he never calls me it--never." "Does he know where you--live ?" "Oh, no.

I never told him that." "Then he doesn't know you're my--niece ?" "I don't think so." For a moment there was silence.