THROUGH AN OPEN WINDOW
One by one the short winter days came and went--but they were not
short to Pollyanna. They were long, and sometimes full of pain.
Very resolutely, these days, however, Pollyanna was turning a
cheerful face toward whatever came. Was she not specially bound
to play the game, now that Aunt Polly was playing it, too? And
Aunt Polly found so many things to be glad about! It was Aunt
Polly, too, who discovered the story one day about the two poor
little waifs in a snow-storm who found a blown-down door to crawl
under, and who wondered what poor folks did that didn't have any
door! And it was Aunt Polly who brought home the other story that
she had heard about the poor old lady who had only two teeth, but
who was so glad that those two teeth "hit"!
Pollyanna now, like Mrs. Snow, was knitting wonderful things out
of bright colored worsteds that trailed their cheery lengths
across the white spread, and made Pollyanna--again like Mrs.
Snow--so glad she had her hands and arms, anyway.
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