"I say, it's a nice day, isn't it ?" "Eh?
Oh! Humph!" he grunted; and strode on again.
Pollyanna laughed.

He was such a funny man, she thought.
The next day she saw him again.
"'Tisn't quite so nice as yesterday, but it's pretty nice," she called out cheerfully.
"Eh?
Oh! Humph!" grunted the man as before; and once again Pollyanna laughed happily.
When for the third time Pollyanna accosted him in much the same manner, the man stopped abruptly.
"See here, child, who are you, and why are you speaking to me every day ?" "I'm Pollyanna Whittier, and I thought you looked lonesome.

I'm so glad you stopped.

Now we're introduced--only I don't know your name yet." "Well, of all the--" The man did not finish his sentence, but strode on faster than ever.
Pollyanna looked after him with a disappointed droop to her usually smiling lips.
"Maybe he didn't understand--but that was only half an introduction.

I don't know HIS name, yet," she murmured, as she proceeded on her way.
Pollyanna was carrying calf's-foot jelly to Mrs.Snow to-day.