"You live with--HER!" "Yes; I'm her niece.

She's taken me to bring up--on account of my mother, you know," faltered Pollyanna, in a low voice.

"She was her sister.

And after father--went to be with her and the rest of us in Heaven, there wasn't any one left for me down here but the Ladies' Aid; so she took me." The man did not answer.

His face, as he lay back on the pillow now, was very white--so white that Pollyanna was frightened.