The next time Pollyanna met the Man, his eyes were gazing
straight into hers, with a quizzical directness that made his
face look really pleasant, Pollyanna thought.

"Good afternoon," he greeted her a little stiffly. "Perhaps I'd
better say right away that I KNOW the sun is shining to-day."

"But you don't have to tell me," nodded Pollyanna, brightly. "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.