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 gazing
straight into hers, with a quizzical directness that made his
face look really pleasant, Pollyanna thought.
"Good afternoon," he greeted her a little stiffly. "Perhaps I'd
better say right away that I KNOW the sun is shining to-day."
"But you don't have to tell me," nodded Pollyanna, brightly.
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