They were talking, too, even of the life and home long ago in the far Western town.
Not until it was nearly time for her to go, did the man say, in a voice Pollyanna had never before heard from stern John Pendleton: "Little girl, I want you to come to see me often.

Will you?
I'm lonesome, and I need you.

There's another reason--and I'm going to tell you that, too.

I thought, at first, after I found out who you were, the other day, that I didn't want you to come any more.

You reminded me of--of something I have tried for long years to forget.