"Glad! Why?"
"Why, I like bread and milk, and I'd like to eat with you. I don't see any trouble about being glad about that."
"You don't seem ter see any trouble bein' glad about everythin'," retorted Nancy . . .
Pollyanna laughed softly.
"Well, that's the game, you know, anyway."
"The - game?"
"Yes; the 'just being glad' game."
"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.
And that's when we began it."
" . . . the game was to just find something about everything to be glad about - no matter what 'twas," rejoined Pollyanna. "And we began right then - on the crutches."
"Goosey! Why, just be glad because you don't - need - 'em!"
Pollyanna by Eleanor H. Porter; 1912
My gratitude list continues . . .
reading aloud to Isabela
hearing Isabela read to me
not needing crutches
laughing hard
tickling
cupping face in hands
drawstring garbage bags
crayons
bug spray
discussing vacation plans
haircolor
75% off sheet sale
new sheets
a box of gourds
fried green tomatoes
M&M's
My list, #304-320.
