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"
Oh
,
Nancy
!
"
shuddered
Pollyanna
.
"
How
can
he
keep
such
a
dreadful
thing
?
I
should
think
he
'd
throw
it
away
!
"
Nancy
chuckled
.
That
Pollyanna
had
taken
the
skeleton
literally
instead
of
figuratively
,
she
knew
very
well
;
but
,
perversely
,
she
refrained
from
correcting
the
mistake
.
"
And
EVERYBODY
says
he
's
mysterious
,
"
she
went
on
.
"
Some
years
he
jest
travels
,
week
in
and
week
out
,
and
it
's
always
in
heathen
countries
--
Egypt
and
Asia
and
the
Desert
of
Sarah
,
you
know
.
"
"
Oh
,
a
missionary
,
"
nodded
Pollyanna
.
Nancy
laughed
oddly
.
"
Well
,
I
did
n't
say
that
,
Miss
Pollyanna
.
When
he
comes
back
he
writes
books
--
queer
,
odd
books
,
they
say
,
about
some
gimcrack
he
's
found
in
them
heathen
countries
.
But
he
do
n't
never
seem
ter
want
ter
spend
no
money
here
--
leastways
,
not
for
jest
livin
'
.
"
"
Of
course
not
--
if
he
's
saving
it
for
the
heathen
,
"
declared
Pollyanna
.
"
But
he
is
a
funny
man
,
and
he
's
different
,
too
,
just
like
Mrs.
Snow
,
only
he
's
a
different
different
.
"
"
Well
,
I
guess
he
is
--
rather
,
"
chuckled
Nancy
.
"
I
'm
gladder
'n
ever
now
,
anyhow
,
that
he
speaks
to
me
,
"
sighed
Pollyanna
contentedly
.
The
next
time
Pollyanna
went
to
see
Mrs.
Snow
,
she
found
that
lady
,
as
at
first
,
in
a
darkened
room
.
"
It
's
the
little
girl
from
Miss
Polly
's
,
mother
,
"
announced
Milly
,
in
a
tired
manner
;
then
Pollyanna
found
herself
alone
with
the
invalid
.
