"See here, how much do you know?
What can you do?
Have you got any sense ?" Pollyanna caught her breath with a little gasp, but--as was her habit--she answered the questions literally, one by one.
"Why, Mr.Pendleton, I--I don't know so very much, and I can't do a great many things; but most of the Ladies' Aiders, except Mrs.Rawson, said I had real good sense.

I heard 'em say so one day--they didn't know I heard, though." The man smiled grimly.
"There, there, child, I beg your pardon, I'm sure; it's only this confounded leg of mine.

Now listen." He paused, and with some difficulty reached his hand into his trousers pocket and brought out a bunch of keys, singling out one between his thumb and forefinger.

"Straight through the path there, about five minutes' walk, is my house.

This key will admit you to the side door under the porte-cochere.