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Glad forcrutches! Miss Polly choked back a sobshe was thinking of the helpless little legs on the bed upstairs. Yesm. Thats what I said, an Miss Pollyanna said thats what she said, too. But he told her she could be gladcause she didnt need em. Oh-h! cried Miss Polly. And after that she said he made a regular game of itfindin somethin in everythin ter be glad about. An she said ye could do it, too, and that ye didnt seem ter mind not havin the doll so much, cause ye was so glad ye didnt need the crutches. An they called it the jest bein glad game. Thats the game, maam. Shes played it ever since. But, howhow Miss Polly came to a helpless pause. An youd be surprised ter find how cute it works, maam, too, maintained Nancy, with almost the eagerness of Pollyanna herself. I wish I could tell ye what a lot shes done for mother an the folks out home. Shes been ter see em, ye know, twice, with me. Shes made me glad, too, on such a lot o thingslittle things, an big things; an its made em so much easier. For instance, I dont mind Nancy for a name half as much since she told me I could be glad twant Hephzibah. An theres Monday mornins, too, that I used ter hate so. Shes actually made me glad for Monday mornins. Gladfor Monday mornings! Nancy laughed. I know it does sound nutty, maam. But let me tell ye. That blessed lamb found out I hated Monday mornins somethin awful; an what does she up an tell me one day but this: Well, anyhow, Nancy, I should think you could be gladder on Monday mornin than on any other day in the week, because twould be a whole week before youd have another one! An Im blest if I haint thought of it evry Monday mornin sincean it has helped, maam. It made me laugh, anyhow, evry time I thought of it; an laughin helps, ye knowit does, it does! But why hasntshe told methe game? faltered Miss Polly. Why has she made such a mystery of it, when I asked her? Nancy hesitated. Beggin yer pardon, maam, you told her not ter speak ofher father; so she couldnt tell ye. Twas her fathers game, ye see. Miss Polly bit her lip. She wanted ter tell ye, first off, continued Nancy, a little unsteadily. She wanted somebody ter play it with, ye know. Thats why I begun it, so she could have some one. Andandthese others? Miss Pollys voice shook now. Oh, evrybody, most, knows it now, I guess. Anyhow, I should think they did from the way Im hearin of it evrywhere I go. Of course she told a lot, and they told the rest. Them things go, ye know, when they gets started. An she was always so smilin an pleasant ter evry one, an soso jest glad herself all the time, that they couldnt help knowin it, anyhow. Now, since shes hurt, evrybody feels so badspecially when they heard how bad she feels cause she cant find anythin ter be glad about. An so theyve been comin evry day ter tell her how glad shes made them, hopin thatll help some. Ye see, shes always wanted evrybody ter play the game with her. |
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