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‘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 gaz-
ing straight into hers, with a quizzical directness that made

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