So I said to myself that I never wanted to see you again; and every day, when the doctor asked if I wouldn't let him bring you to me, I said no.
"But after a time I found I was wanting to see you so much that--that the fact that I WASN'T seeing you was making me remember all the more vividly the thing I was so wanting to forget.

So now I want you to come.
Will you--little girl ?" "Why, yes, Mr.Pendleton," breathed Pollyanna, her eyes luminous with sympathy for the sad-faced man lying back on the pillow before her.

"I'd love to come!" "Thank you," said John Pendleton, gently.
After supper that evening, Pollyanna, sitting on the back porch, told Nancy all about Mr.John Pendleton's wonderful carved box, and the still more wonderful things it contained.
"And ter think," sighed Nancy, "that he SHOWED ye all them things, and told ye about 'em like that--him that's so cross he never talks ter no one--no one!" "Oh, but he isn't cross, Nancy, only outside," demurred Pollyanna, with quick loyalty.

"I don't see why everybody thinks he's so bad, either.
They wouldn't, if they knew him.

But even Aunt Polly doesn't like him very well.