"How do you do?" she chirped. "I'm so glad it isn't yesterday,
aren't you?"
The man stopped abruptly. There was an angry scowl on his face.
"See here, little girl, we might just as well settle this thing
right now, once for all," he began testily. "I've got something
besides the weather to think of. I don't know whether the sun
shines or not." Pollyanna beamed joyously.
"No, sir; I thought you didn't. That's why I told you."
"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.
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