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Oh, Nancy! shuddered Pollyanna. How can he keep such a dreadful thing? I should think hed 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 hes mysterious, she went on. Some years he jest travels, week in and week out, and its always in heathen countriesEgypt and Asia and the Desert of Sarah, you know. Oh, a missionary, nodded Pollyanna. Nancy laughed oddly. Well, I didnt say that, Miss Pollyanna. When he comes back he writes booksqueer, odd books, they say, about some gimcrack hes found in them heathen countries. But he dont never seem ter want ter spend no money hereleastways, not for jest livin. Of course notif hes saving it for the heathen, declared Pollyanna. But he is a funny man, and hes different, too, just like Mrs. Snow, only hes a different different. Well, I guess he israther, chuckled Nancy. Im gladdern ever now, anyhow, that he speaks to me, sighed Pollyanna contentedly. |
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