"I
KNEW you knew it just as soon as I saw you."
"Oh, you did, did you?"
"Yes, sir; I saw it in your eyes, you know, and in your smile."
"Humph!" grunted the man, as he passed on.
The Man always spoke to Pollyanna after this, and frequently he
spoke first, though usually he said little but "good afternoon."
Even that, however, was a great surprise to Nancy, who chanced to
be with Pollyanna one day when the greeting was given.
"Sakes alive, Miss Pollyanna," she gasped, "did that man SPEAK TO
YOU?"
"Why, yes, he always does--now," smiled Pollyanna.
" 'He always does'! Goodness! Do you know who--he--is?" demanded
Nancy.
Pollyanna frowned and shook her head.
"I reckon he forgot to tell me one day. You see, I did my part of
the introducing, but he didn't."
Nancy's eyes widened.
"But he never speaks ter anybody, child--he hain't for years, I
guess, except when he just has to, for business, and all that.
He's John Pendleton. He lives all by himself in the big house on
Pendleton Hill.
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