"I don't see why everybody thinks
he's so bad, either. They wouldn't, if they knew him. But even
Aunt Polly doesn't like him very well. She wouldn't send the
jelly to him, you know, and she was so afraid he'd think she did
send it!"
"Probably she didn't call him no duty," shrugged Nancy. "But what
beats me is how he happened ter take ter you so, Miss
Pollyanna--meanin' no offence ter you, of course--but he ain't
the sort o' man what gen'rally takes ter kids; he ain't, he
ain't."
Pollyanna smiled happily.
"But he did, Nancy," she nodded, "only I reckon even he didn't
want to--ALL the time. Why, only to-day he owned up that one time
he just felt he never wanted to see me again, because I reminded
him of something he wanted to forget. But afterwards--"
"What's that?" interrupted Nancy, excitedly. "He said you
reminded him of something he wanted to forget?"
"Yes. But afterwards--"
"What was it?" Nancy was eagerly insistent.
"He didn't tell me. He just said it was something."
"THE MYSTERY!" breathed Nancy, in an awestruck voice.
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