know--that the sun shines, and all that. I knew you'd be glad it
did if you only stopped to think of it--and you didn't look a bit
as if you WERE thinking of it!"

"Well, of all the--" ejaculated the man, with an oddly impotent
gesture. He started forward again, but after the second step he
turned back, still frowning.

"See here, why don't you find some one your own age to talk to?"

"I'd like to, sir, but there aren't any 'round here, Nancy says.
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.