White felt so glad she COULD hear it,
that she didn't mind so much that she DID hear it, 'cause she
couldn't help thinking how awful 'twould be if she was deaf and
couldn't hear anything, like her husband's sister. You see, she
was playing the game, too. I'd told her about it."
"The--game?"
Pollyanna clapped her hands.
"There! I 'most forgot; but I've thought it up, Mrs. Snow--what
you can be glad about."
"GLAD about! What do you mean?"
"Why, I told you I would. Don't you remember? You asked me to
tell you something to be glad about--glad, you know, even though
you did have to lie here abed all day."
"Oh!" scoffed the woman. "THAT? Yes, I remember that; but I
didn't suppose you were in earnest any more than I was."
"Oh, yes, I was," nodded Pollyanna, triumphantly; "and I found
it, too. But 'TWAS hard. It's all the more fun, though, always,
when 'tis hard. And I will own up, honest to true, that I
couldn't think of anything for a while. Then I got it."
"Did you, really? Well, what is it?" Mrs.
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