"It isn't so nice to-day, is it?" she called blithesomely. "I'm
glad it doesn't rain always, anyhow!"

The man did not even grunt this time, nor turn his head.
Pollyanna decided that of course he did not hear her. The next
time, therefore (which happened to be the following day), she
spoke up louder. She thought it particularly necessary to do
this, anyway, for the Man was striding along, his hands behind
his back, and his eyes on the ground--which seemed, to Pollyanna,
preposterous in the face of the glorious sunshine and the
freshly-washed morning air: Pollyanna, as a special treat, was
on a morning errand to-day.

"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