"You don't seem to see any trouble and being glad about everything"
said Nancy.
"That's the game,you know."
"The game?"
"Yes-the"just being glad"game."
"What are you talking about?"
"It's a game. Father told it to me, and it's lovely. We've played it always,ever since I was a little, little girl." rejoined Pollyanna.
"What is it? I'm not much on games, though."
"We began it on some crutches that came in a missionary barrel."
"Crutches!"
"Yes. You see, I'd wanted a doll, and Father had written them so; but when the barrel came the lady wrote that there hadn't any dolls come in, but the little crutches had. So she sent them along as they might come in handy for some child, some time. And that'swhen we began it."
"Well, I must say I can't 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 about - no matter what it was."
rejoined Pollyanna earnestly.
"And we began right then - on the crutches."
"Well, goodness me! Ican't see anything to be glad about-getting a pair of crutches when you wanted a doll!"
Pollyanna clapped her hands. "there is - there is." she crowed. "But I couldn't see it, eight, 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 don't need them!" exulted Pollyanna triumphantly. "You see it's just as easy when you know how!"