"Is this the usual way you say good morning ?" The little girl dropped to her toes, and danced lightly up and down.
"No, only when I love folks so I just can't help it! I saw you from my window, Aunt Polly, and I got to thinking how you WEREN'T a Ladies' Aider, and you were my really truly aunt; and you looked so good I just had to come down and hug you!" The bent old man turned his back suddenly.

Miss Polly attempted a frown--with not her usual success.
"Pollyanna, you--I Thomas, that will do for this morning.

I think you understand--about those rose-bushes," she said stiffly.

Then she turned and walked rapidly away.
"Do you always work in the garden, Mr .-- Man ?" asked Pollyanna, interestedly.
The man turned.

His lips were twitching, but his eyes looked blurred as if with tears.
"Yes, Miss.