She rose uncertainly to her feet.
"I reckon maybe I'd better go now," she proposed.

"I--I hope you'll like--the jelly." The man turned his head suddenly, and opened his eyes.

There was a curious longing in their dark depths which even Pollyanna saw, and at which she marvelled.
"And so you are--Miss Polly Harrington's niece," he said gently.
"Yes, sir." Still the man's dark eyes lingered on her face, until Pollyanna, feeling vaguely restless, murmured: "I--I suppose you know--her." John Pendleton's lips curved in an odd smile.
"Oh, yes; I know her." He hesitated, then went on, still with that curious smile.

"But--you don't mean--you can't mean that it was Miss Polly Harrington who sent that jelly--to me ?" he said slowly.
Pollyanna looked distressed.
"N-no, sir: she didn't.

She said I must be very sure not to let you think she did send it.