Pollyanna frowned sympathetically.
“Yes, I know. THAT part is too bad—about the money—when you've been saving it, too, all this time.”
“When—eh?”
“Saving it—buying beans and fish balls, you know. Say, DO you like beans?—or do you like turkey better, only on account of the sixty cents?”
“Look a-here, child, what are you talking about?”
Pollyanna smiled radiantly.
“About your money, you know—denying yourself, and saving it for the heathen. You see, I found out about it. Why, Mr. Pendleton, that's one of the ways I knew you weren't cross inside. Nancy told me.”
The man's jaw dropped.
“Nancy told you I was saving money for the—Well, may I inquire who Nancy is?”
“Our Nancy. She works for Aunt Polly.”