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           "Becausenobodydoes. Iffolkswa’n’tsorryforhertherewouldn’tasoulgonearherfrommornin’tillnight,she’sthatcantankerous. Allis,IpityherdaughterwhatHAStertakecareofher." 

           "But,why,Nancy?" 

           Nancyshruggedhershoulders. 

           "Well,inplainwords,it’sjustthatnothin’whateverhashappened,hashappenedrightinMis’Snow’seyes. Eventhedaysoftheweekain’trunterhermind. Ifit’sMondayshe’sboundtersayshewished‘twasSunday; andifyoutakeherjellyyou’reprettysureterhearshewantedchicken—butifyouDIDbringherchicken,she’dbejesthankerin’forlambbroth!" 

           "Why,whatafunnywoman,"laughedPollyanna. "IthinkIshallliketogotoseeher. Shemustbesosurprisingand—anddifferent. IloveDIFFERENTfolks." 

           "Humph! Well,Mis’Snow’s‘different,’allright—Ihope,forthesakeoftherestofus!"Nancyhadfinishedgrimly. 

           Pollyannawasthinkingoftheseremarksto-dayassheturnedinatthegateoftheshabbylittlecottage. Hereyeswerequitesparkling,indeed,attheprospectofmeetingthis"different"Mrs.Snow. 

           Apale-faced,tired-lookingyounggirlansweredherknockatthedoor. 

           "Howdoyoudo?"beganPollyannapolitely. "I’mfromMissPollyHarrington,andI’dliketoseeMrs.Snow,please."