And Pollyanna, looking into his face, wondered why there were tears in his eyes.
"No," she said.

Then, after a minute she added mournfully: "I'm afraid, Mr.Pendleton, the sun doesn't make anything but freckles out of me.
Aunt Polly says it DOES make them!" The man laughed a little; and again Pollyanna looked at him: the laugh had sounded almost like a sob..