Don't you, Nancy ?" "Well, I can't say I do--all of 'em," retorted Nancy, tersely.
Almost every pleasant afternoon found Pollyanna begging for "an errand to run," so that she might be off for a walk in one direction or another; and it was on these walks that frequently she met the Man.

To herself Pollyanna always called him "the Man," no matter if she met a dozen other men the same day.
The Man often wore a long black coat and a high silk hat--two things that the "just men" never wore.

His face was clean shaven and rather pale, and his hair, showing below his hat, was somewhat gray.

He walked erect, and rather rapidly, and he was always alone, which made Pollyanna vaguely sorry for him.

Perhaps it was because of this that she one day spoke to him.
"How do you do, sir?
Isn't this a nice day ?" she called cheerily, as she approached him.
The man threw a hurried glance about him, then stopped uncertainly.
"Did you speak--to me ?" he asked in a sharp voice.
"Yes, sir," beamed Pollyanna.