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eggs ‘em both on—and the whole bunch of them, mean-
while, expecting me to pay them for it, and pay them well,
too!’
Pollyanna frowned sympathetically.
‘Yes, I know. THAT part is too bad—about the money—
when you’ve been saving it, too, all this time.’
‘When—eh?’
‘Saving it—buying beans and fish balls, you know. Say,
DO you like beans?—or do you like turkey better, only on
account of the sixty cents?’
‘Look a-here, child, what are you talking about?’
Pollyanna smiled radiantly.
‘About your money, you know—denying yourself, and
saving it for the heathen. You see, I found out about it. Why,
Mr. Pendleton, that’s one of the ways I knew you weren’t
cross inside. Nancy told me.’
The man’s jaw dropped.
‘Nancy told you I was saving money for the—Well, may I
inquire who Nancy is?’
‘Our Nancy. She works for Aunt Polly.’
‘Aunt Polly! Well, who is Aunt Polly?’
‘She’s Miss Polly Harrington. I live with her.’
The man made a sudden movement.
‘Miss—Polly—Harrington!’ he breathed. ‘You live with—
HER!’
‘Yes; I’m her niece. She’s taken me to bring up—on ac-
count 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

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