"JUST LIKE A BOOK"
"Oh, Miss Pollyanna, I know, I know—I know, I know!" she exulted rapturously. The next minute she was down at Pollyanna's side again. "Tell me—now think, and answer straight and true," she urged excitedly. "It was after he found out you was Miss Polly's niece that he said he didn't ever want ter see ye again, wa'n't it?"
"Oh, yes. I told him that the last time I saw him, and he told me this to-day."
"I thought as much," triumphed Nancy. "And Miss Polly wouldn't send the jelly herself, would she?"
"No."
"And you told him she didn't send it?"
"Why, yes; I—"
"And he began ter act queer and cry out sudden after he found out you was her niece. He did that, didn't he?"
"Why, y-yes; he did act a little queer—over that jelly," admitted Pollyanna, with a thoughtful frown.
Nancy drew a long sigh.
"Then I've got it, sure! Now listen. Mr. John Pendleton was Miss Polly Harrington's lover!" she announced impressively, but with a furtive glance over her shoulder.
"Why, Nancy, he couldn't be! She doesn't like him," objected Pollyanna.
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