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           "Savingit—buyingbeansandfishballs,youknow. Say,DOyoulikebeans? —ordoyouliketurkeybetter,onlyonaccountofthesixtycents?" 

           "Looka-here,child,whatareyoutalkingabout?" 

           Pollyannasmiledradiantly. 

           "Aboutyourmoney,youknow—denyingyourself,andsavingitfortheheathen. Yousee,Ifoundoutaboutit. Why,Mr.Pendleton,that’soneofthewaysIknewyouweren’tcrossinside. Nancytoldme." 

           Theman’sjawdropped. 

           "NancytoldyouIwassavingmoneyforthe—Well,mayIinquirewhoNancyis?" 

           "OurNancy. SheworksforAuntPolly." 

           "AuntPolly! Well,whoisAuntPolly?" 

           "She’sMissPollyHarrington. Ilivewithher." 

           Themanmadeasuddenmovement. 

           "Miss—Polly—Harrington!"hebreathed. "Youlivewith—HER!" 

           "Yes; I’mherniece. She’stakenmetobringup—onaccountofmymother,youknow,"falteredPollyanna,inalowvoice. "Shewashersister. Andafterfather—wenttobewithherandtherestofusinHeaven,therewasn’tanyoneleftformedownherebuttheLadies’Aid; soshetookme." 

           Themandidnotanswer. Hisface,ashelaybackonthepillownow,wasverywhite—sowhitethatPollyannawasfrightened. Sheroseuncertainlytoherfeet. 

           "IreckonmaybeI’dbettergonow,"sheproposed. "I—Ihopeyou’lllike—thejelly."