The next time, therefore (which happened to be the following day), she spoke up louder.

She thought it particularly necessary to do this, anyway, for the Man was striding along, his hands behind his back, and his eyes on the ground--which seemed, to Pollyanna, preposterous in the face of the glorious sunshine and the freshly-washed morning air: Pollyanna, as a special treat, was on a morning errand to-day.
"How do you do ?" she chirped.

"I'm so glad it isn't yesterday, aren't you ?" The man stopped abruptly.

There was an angry scowl on his face.
"See here, little girl, we might just as well settle this thing right now, once for all," he began testily.

"I've got something besides the weather to think of.