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Page 30
"How do you do?" she chirped. "I'm so glad it isn't yesterday,
aren't you?"
The man stopped abruptly. There was an angry scowl on his face.
"See here, little girl, we might just as well settle this thing
right now, once for all," he began testily. "I've got something
besides the weather to think of. I don't know whether the sun
shines or not." Pollyanna beamed joyously.
"No, sir; I thought you didn't. That's why I told you."
"Yes; well--Eh? What?" he broke off sharply, in sudden
understanding of her words.
"I say, that's why I told you--so you would notice it, you
know--that the sun shines, and all that. I knew you'd be glad it
did if you only stopped to think of it--and you didn't look a bit
as if you WERE thinking of it!"
"Well, of all the--" ejaculated the man, with an oddly impotent
gesture. He started forward again, but after the second step he
turned back, still frowning.
"See here, why don't you find some one your own age to talk to?"
"I'd like to, sir, but there aren't any 'round here, Nancy says.
Still, I don't mind so very much. I like old folks just as well,
maybe better, sometimes--being used to the Ladies' Aid, so."
"Humph! The Ladies' Aid, indeed! Is that what you took me for?"
The man's lips were threatening to smile, but the scowl above
them was still trying to hold them grimly stern.
Pollyanna laughed gleefully.
"Oh, no, sir. You don't look a mite like a Ladies' Aider--not but
that you're just as good, of course--maybe better," she added in
hurried politeness. "You see, I'm sure you're much nicer than you
look!"
The man made a queer noise in his throat.
"Well, of all the--" he ejaculated again, as he turned and strode
on as before.
The next time Pollyanna met the Man, his eyes were gazing
straight into hers, with a quizzical directness that made his
face look really pleasant, Pollyanna thought.
"Good afternoon," he greeted her a little stiffly. "Perhaps I'd
better say right away that I KNOW the sun is shining to-day."
"But you don't have to tell me," nodded Pollyanna, brightly. "I
KNEW you knew it just as soon as I saw you."
"Oh, you did, did you?"
"Yes, sir; I saw it in your eyes, you know, and in your smile."
"Humph!" grunted the man, as he passed on.
The Man always spoke to Pollyanna after this, and frequently he
spoke first, though usually he said little but "good afternoon."
Even that, however, was a great surprise to Nancy, who chanced to
be with Pollyanna one day when the greeting was given.
"Sakes alive, Miss Pollyanna," she gasped, "did that man SPEAK TO
YOU?"
"Why, yes, he always does--now," smiled Pollyanna.
" 'He always does'! Goodness! Do you know who--he--is?" demanded
Nancy.
Pollyanna frowned and shook her head.
"I reckon he forgot to tell me one day. You see, I did my part of
the introducing, but he didn't."
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