But when Nancy made the jelly for Mrs.
Snow this week I thought how nice it would be if I could take it to him instead of her, just this once.

Aunt Polly, may I ?" "Yes, yes, I suppose so," acquiesced Miss Polly, a little wearily.

"Who did you say he was ?" "The Man.

I mean, Mr.John Pendleton." Miss Polly almost sprang from her chair.
"JOHN PENDLETON!" "Yes.

Nancy told me his name.