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Which tells of the man
Nancychuckled. ThatPollyannahadtakentheskeletonliterallyinsteadoffiguratively,sheknewverywell; but,perversely,sherefrainedfromcorrectingthemistake. "AndEVERYBODYsayshe’smysterious,"shewenton. "Someyearshejesttravels,weekinandweekout,andit’salwaysinheathencountries—EgyptandAsiaandtheDesertofSarah,youknow."
"Oh,amissionary,"noddedPollyanna.
Nancylaughedoddly.
"Well,Ididn’tsaythat,MissPollyanna. Whenhecomesbackhewritesbooks—queer,oddbooks,theysay,aboutsomegimcrackhe’sfoundinthemheathencountries. Buthedon’tneverseemterwantterspendnomoneyhere—leastways,notforjestlivin’."
"Ofcoursenot—ifhe’ssavingitfortheheathen,"declaredPollyanna. "Butheisafunnyman,andhe’sdifferent,too,justlikeMrs.Snow,onlyhe’sadifferentdifferent."
"Well,Iguessheis—rather,"chuckledNancy.
"I’mgladder’nevernow,anyhow,thathespeakstome,"sighedPollyannacontentedly.
