na saw the Man. She greeted him

she called blithesomely. "I'm gl

ay), she spoke up louder. She thought it particularly necessary to do this, anyway, for the Man was striding along, his hands behind his back, and his eyes on the ground-whi

ped. "I'm so glad it isn'

tly. There was an ang

ce for all," he began testily. "I've got something besides the weather to thi

t you didn't. That

oke off sharply, in sudden

sun shines, and all that. I knew you'd be glad it did if you only stoppe

ly impotent gesture. He started forward again, but

you find some one you

. Still, I don't mind so very much. I like old folks just as we

for?" The man's lips were threatening to smile, but the sc

laughed

at you're just as good, of course-maybe better," she added in hurri

a queer noise

culated again, as he turne

ng straight into hers, with a quizzical directness that

stiffly. "Perhaps I'd better say right a

ded Pollyanna, brightly. "I KNEW you

u did,

n your eyes, you know

ed the man, as

usually he said little but "good afternoon." Even that, however, was a great surpr

yanna," she gasped, "di

ways does-now,"

dness! Do you know who

owned and sh

ne day. You see, I did my part o

eyes w

ig house on Pendleton Hill. He won't even have any one 'round ter cook for him-comes down ter the hotel for his meals three times a day. I know Sally Miner, who waits on him, and

odded sympa

and fish balls most generally. We used to say how glad we were we liked beans-that is, we said it specially w

ot loads of money, John Pendleton has-from his father. There ain't nobody in to

nna gi

bills and not know it, Nancy, wh

shrugged Nancy. "He ain't spendin' his

perfectly splendid! That's denying yourself an

eady to come; but her eyes, resting on Pollyanna's jubilantly tr

honestly, Miss Pollyanna. He don't speak ter no one; and he lives all alone in a great big lovely house all full of je

ow can he keep such a dreadful thing

terally instead of figuratively, she knew very well; but

he jest travels, week in and week out, and it's always in heath

onary," nodd

laughe

odd books, they say, about some gimcrack he's found in them heathen countries. But h

d Pollyanna. "But he is a funny man, and he's different, t

he is-rather,"

how, that he speaks to me,"