I think
you understand--about those rose-bushes," she said stiffly. Then
she turned and walked rapidly away.
"Do you always work in the garden, Mr.--Man?" asked Pollyanna,
interestedly.
The man turned. His lips were twitching, but his eyes looked
blurred as if with tears.
"Yes, Miss. I'm Old Tom, the gardener," he answered. Timidly, but
as if impelled by an irresistible force, he reached out a shaking
hand and let it rest for a moment on her bright hair. "You are so
like your mother, little Miss! I used ter know her when she was
even littler than you be. You see, I used ter work in the
garden--then."
Pollyanna caught her breath audibly.
"You did? And you knew my mother, really--when she was just a
little earth angel, and not a Heaven one? Oh, please tell me
about her!" And down plumped Pollyanna in the middle of the dirt
path by the old man's side.
A bell sounded from the house. The next moment Nancy was seen
flying out the back door.
"Miss Pollyanna, that bell means breakfast--mornin's," she
panted, pulling the little girl to her feet and hurrying her back
to the house; "and other times it means other meals.
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