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The
man
threw
a
hurried
glance
about
him
,
then
stopped
uncertainly
.
"
Did
you
speak
--
to
me
?
"
he
asked
in
a
sharp
voice
.
"
Yes
,
sir
,
"
beamed
Pollyanna
.
"
I
say
,
it
's
a
nice
day
,
is
n't
it
?
"
"
Eh
?
Oh
!
Humph
!
"
he
grunted
;
and
strode
on
again
.
Pollyanna
laughed
.
He
was
such
a
funny
man
,
she
thought
.
The
next
day
she
saw
him
again
.
"
'
Tis
n't
quite
so
nice
as
yesterday
,
but
it
's
pretty
nice
,
"
she
called
out
cheerfully
.
"
Eh
?
Oh
!
Humph
!
"
grunted
the
man
as
before
;
and
once
again
Pollyanna
laughed
happily
.
When
for
the
third
time
Pollyanna
accosted
him
in
much
the
same
manner
,
the
man
stopped
abruptly
.
"
See
here
,
child
,
who
are
you
,
and
why
are
you
speaking
to
me
every
day
?
"
"
I
'm
Pollyanna
Whittier
,
and
I
thought
you
looked
lonesome
.
I
'm
so
glad
you
stopped
.
Now
we
're
introduced
--
only
I
do
n't
know
your
name
yet
.
"
