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Which tells of the man
"Like‘em! Whatifhedoes—ordon’t? Why,MissPollyanna,heain’tpoor. He’sgotloadsofmoney,JohnPendletonhas—fromhisfather. Thereain’tnobodyintownasrichasheis. Hecouldeatdollarbills,ifhewantedto—andnotknowit."
Pollyannagiggled.
"AsifanybodyCOULDeatdollarbillsandnotknowit,Nancy,whentheycometotrytochew‘em!"
"Ho!Imeanhe’srichenoughterdoit,"shruggedNancy. "Heain’tspendin’hismoney,that’sall. He’sa-savin’ofit."
"Oh,fortheheathen,"surmisedPollyanna. "Howperfectlysplendid! That’sdenyingyourselfandtakingupyourcross. Iknow;fathertoldme."
Nancy’slipspartedabruptly,asiftherewereangrywordsallreadytocome; buthereyes,restingonPollyanna’sjubilantlytrustfulface,sawsomethingthatpreventedthewordsbeingspoken.
"Humph!"shevouchsafed. Then,showingherold-timeinterest,shewenton:"But,say,itisqueer,hisspeakin’toyou,honestly,MissPollyanna. Hedon’tspeakternoone; andhelivesallaloneinagreatbiglovelyhouseallfullofjestgrandthings,theysay. Somesayshe’scrazy,andsomejestcross; andsomesayshe’sgotaskeletoninhiscloset."
"Oh,Nancy!"shudderedPollyanna. "Howcanhekeepsuchadreadfulthing? Ishouldthinkhe’dthrowitaway!"
