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Which tells of the man
"Well,ofallthe—"ejaculatedtheman,withanoddlyimpotentgesture. Hestartedforwardagain,butafterthesecondstepheturnedback,stillfrowning.
"Seehere,whydon’tyoufindsomeoneyourownagetotalkto?"
"I’dliketo,sir,buttherearen’tany‘roundhere,Nancysays. Still,Idon’tmindsoverymuch. Ilikeoldfolksjustaswell,maybebetter,sometimes—beingusedtotheLadies’Aid,so."
"Humph! TheLadies’Aid,indeed! Isthatwhatyoutookmefor?" Theman’slipswerethreateningtosmile,butthescowlabovethemwasstilltryingtoholdthemgrimlystern.
Pollyannalaughedgleefully.
"Oh,no,sir.Youdon’tlookamitelikeaLadies’Aider—notbutthatyou’rejustasgood,ofcourse—maybebetter,"sheaddedinhurriedpoliteness. "Yousee,I’msureyou’remuchnicerthanyoulook!"
Themanmadeaqueernoiseinhisthroat.
"Well,ofallthe—"heejaculatedagain,asheturnedandstrodeonasbefore.
ThenexttimePollyannamettheMan,hiseyesweregazingstraightintohers,withaquizzicaldirectnessthatmadehisfacelookreallypleasant,Pollyannathought.
"Goodafternoon,"hegreetedheralittlestiffly. "PerhapsI’dbettersayrightawaythatIKNOWthesunisshiningto-day."
"Butyoudon’thavetotellme,"noddedPollyanna,brightly. "IKNEWyouknewitjustassoonasIsawyou."
"Oh,youdid,didyou?"
"Yes,sir; Isawitinyoureyes,youknow,andinyoursmile."
