"
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, 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 anythin' 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.
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