Still, I can't help
wishing they had wanted Jimmy Bean, too, besides the India boys."
John Pendleton did not seem to hear. Again his, eyes were staring
straight before him, looking at nothing. But soon he had roused
himself, and had picked up another curio to talk about.
The visit, certainly, was a delightful one, but before it was
over, Pollyanna was realizing that they were talking about
something besides the wonderful things in the beautiful carved
box. They were talking of herself, of Nancy, of Aunt Polly, and
of her daily life. 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.
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