He won't even have any one 'round ter cook for
him--comes down ter the hotel for his meals three times a day. I
know Sally Miner, who waits on him, and she says he hardly opens
his head enough ter tell what he wants ter eat. She has ter guess
it more'n half the time--only it'll be somethin' CHEAP! She knows
that without no tellin'."
Pollyanna nodded sympathetically.
"I know. You have to look for cheap things when you're poor.
Father and I took meals out a lot. We had beans and fish balls
most generally. We used to say how glad we were we liked
beans--that is, we said it specially when we were looking at the
roast turkey place, you know, that was sixty cents. Does Mr.
Pendleton like beans?"
"Like 'em! What if he does--or don't? Why, Miss Pollyanna, he
ain't poor. He's got loads of money, John Pendleton has--from his
father. There ain't nobody in town as rich as he is. He could eat
dollar bills, if he wanted to--and not know it."
Pollyanna giggled.
"As if anybody COULD eat dollar bills and not know it, Nancy,
when they come to try to chew 'em!"
"Ho! I mean he's rich enough ter do it," shrugged Nancy.
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