You dont seem ter see any trouble bein glad about everythin, retorted Nancy, choking a little over her remembrance of Pollyannas brave attempts to like the bare little attic room.
Pollyanna laughed softly.
Well, thats the game, you know, anyway.
Yes; the just being glad game.
Whatever in the world are you talkin about?
Why, its a game. Father told it to me, and its lovely, rejoined Pollyanna. Weve played it always, ever since I was a little, little girl. I told the Ladies Aid, and they played itsome of them.
What is it? I aint much on games, though.
Pollyanna laughed again, but she sighed, too; and in the gathering twilight her face looked thin and wistful.
Why, we began it on some crutches that came in a missionary barrel.
Yes. You see Id wanted a doll, and father had written them so; but when the barrel came the lady wrote that there hadnt any dolls come in, but the little crutches had. So she sent em along as they might come in handy for some child, sometime. And thats when we began it.
Well, I must say I cant see any game about that, about that, declared Nancy, almost irritably.
Oh, yes; the game was to just find something about everything to be glad aboutno matter what twas, rejoined Pollyanna, earnestly. And we began right thenon the crutches.
Well, goodness me! I cant see anythin ter be glad aboutgettin a pair of crutches when you wanted a doll!
Pollyanna clapped her hands.
There isthere is, she crowed. But I couldnt see it, either, Nancy, at first, she added, with quick honesty. Father had to tell it to me.
Well, then, suppose you tell me, almost snapped Nancy.
Goosey! Why, just be glad because you dontneedem! exulted Pollyanna, triumphantly. You see its just as easywhen you know how!
Well, of all the queer doins! breathed Nancy, regarding Pollyanna with almost fearful eyes.
Oh, but it isnt queerits lovely, maintained Pollyanna enthusiastically. And weve played it ever since. And the harder tis, the more fun tis to get em out; onlyonly sometimes its almost too hardlike when your father goes to Heaven, and there isnt anybody but a Ladies Aid left.
Yes, or when youre put in a snippy little room way at the top of the house with nothin in it, growled Nancy.
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