"He ain't spendin' his money, that's all.

He's a-savin' of it." "Oh, for the heathen," surmised Pollyanna.

"How perfectly splendid! That's denying yourself and taking up your cross.

I know; father told me." Nancy's lips parted abruptly, as if there were angry words all ready to come; but her eyes, resting on Pollyanna's jubilantly trustful face, saw something that prevented the words being spoken.
"Humph!" she vouchsafed.

Then, showing her old-time interest, she went on: "But, say, it is queer, his speakin' to you, honestly, Miss Pollyanna.