Friday, October 2, 2009

The Glad Game, as per Pollyanna Herself

Pollyanna laughed softly.

"Well, that's the game, you know, anyway."

"The--game?"

"Yes; the 'just being glad' game."

"Whatever in the world are you talkin' about?"

"Why, it's a game. Father told it to me, and it's lovely," rejoined Pollyanna. "We've played it always, ever since I was a little, little girl. I told the Ladies' Aid, and they played it--some of them."

"What is it? I ain't 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."

"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 'em along as they might come in handy for some child, sometime. And that's when we began it."

"Well, I must say I can't see any game about that," declared Nancy, almost irritably.

"Oh, yes; the game was to just find something about everything to be glad about--no matter what 'twas," rejoined Pollyanna, earnestly. "And we began right then--on the crutches."

"Well, goodness me! I can't see anything' ter be glad about--gettin' 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, 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 don't----need----'em!" exulted Pollyanna, triumphantly.

(Excerpted from "Pollyanna" by Eleanor H. Porter)

3 comments:

  1. dear mama,
    i like that book,it was a fun book.

    love~tasha

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  2. Dear mama,
    i am glad that i have a good mama
    love~tasha

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  3. HAPPY DAY TO YOU! (BIRTHDAY< THAT IS!)


    ~AUDREY

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