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"
But
he
never
speaks
ter
anybody
,
child
--
he
hai
n't
for
years
,
I
guess
,
except
when
he
just
has
to
,
for
business
,
and
all
that
.
He
's
John
Pendleton
.
He
lives
all
by
himself
in
the
big
house
on
Pendleton
Hill
.
He
wo
n't
even
have
any
one
'
round
ter
cook
for
him
--
comes
down
ter
the
hotel
for
his
meals
three
times
a
day
.
I
know
Sally
Miner
,
who
waits
on
him
,
and
she
says
he
hardly
opens
his
head
enough
ter
tell
what
he
wants
ter
eat
.
She
has
ter
guess
it
more
'n
half
the
time
--
only
it
'll
be
somethin'
CHEAP
!
She
knows
that
without
no
tellin
'
.
"
Pollyanna
nodded
sympathetically
.
"
I
know
.
You
have
to
look
for
cheap
things
when
you
're
poor
.
Father
and
I
took
meals
out
a
lot
.
We
had
beans
and
fish
balls
most
generally
.
We
used
to
say
how
glad
we
were
we
liked
beans
--
that
is
,
we
said
it
specially
when
we
were
looking
at
the
roast
turkey
place
,
you
know
,
that
was
sixty
cents
.
Does
Mr.
Pendleton
like
beans
?
"
"
Like
'
em
!
What
if
he
does
--
or
do
n't
?
Why
,
Miss
Pollyanna
,
he
ai
n't
poor
.
He
's
got
loads
of
money
,
John
Pendleton
has
--
from
his
father
.
There
ai
n't
nobody
in
town
as
rich
as
he
is
.
He
could
eat
dollar
bills
,
if
he
wanted
to
--
and
not
know
it
.
"
Pollyanna
giggled
.
"
As
if
anybody
COULD
eat
dollar
bills
and
not
know
it
,
Nancy
,
when
they
come
to
try
to
chew
'
em
!
"
"
Ho
!
I
mean
he
's
rich
enough
ter
do
it
,
"
shrugged
Nancy
.
"
He
ai
n't
spendin
'
his
money
,
that
's
all
.
He
's
a-savin
'
of
it
.
"
"
Oh
,
for
the
heathen
,
"
surmised
Pollyanna
.
"
How
perfectly
splendid
!
That
's
denying
yourself
and
taking
up
your
cross
.
I
know
;
father
told
me
.
"
Nancy
's
lips
parted
abruptly
,
as
if
there
were
angry
words
all
ready
to
come
;
but
her
eyes
,
resting
on
Pollyanna
's
jubilantly
trustful
face
,
saw
something
that
prevented
the
words
being
spoken
.
"
Humph
!
"
she
vouchsafed
.
Then
,
showing
her
old-time
interest
,
she
went
on
:
"
But
,
say
,
it
is
queer
,
his
speakin
'
to
you
,
honestly
,
Miss
Pollyanna
.
He
do
n't
speak
ter
no
one
;
and
he
lives
all
alone
in
a
great
big
lovely
house
all
full
of
jest
grand
things
,
they
say
.
Some
says
he
's
crazy
,
and
some
jest
cross
;
and
some
says
he
's
got
a
skeleton
in
his
closet
.
"
