An'
they called it the 'jest bein' glad' game. That's the game,
ma'am. She's played it ever since."
"But, how--how--" Miss Polly came to a helpless pause.
"An' you'd be surprised ter find how cute it works, ma'am, too,"
maintained Nancy, with almost the eagerness of Pollyanna herself.
"I wish I could tell ye what a lot she's done for mother an' the
folks out home. She's been ter see 'em, ye know, twice, with me.
She's made me glad, too, on such a lot o' things--little things,
an' big things; an' it's made 'em so much easier. For instance, I
don't mind 'Nancy' for a name half as much since she told me I
could be glad 'twa'n't 'Hephzibah.' An' there's Monday mornin's,
too, that I used ter hate so. She's actually made me glad for
Monday mornin's."
"Glad--for Monday mornings!"
Nancy laughed.
"I know it does sound nutty, ma'am. But let me tell ye. That
blessed lamb found out I hated Monday mornin's somethin' awful;
an' what does she up an' tell me one day but this: 'Well, anyhow,
Nancy, I should think you could be gladder on Monday mornin' than
on any other day in the week, because 'twould be a whole WEEK
before you'd have another one!' An' I'm blest if I hain't
thought of it ev'ry Monday mornin' since--an' it HAS helped,
ma'am.
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