Pollyanna

Made them, every one All things bright and beaut-- -Pollyanna! -Hello. I'm so glad to see you. -How did you get out here? -Climbed out of my window. -What a scare you gave me. -Oh, don't worry about me. Mother used to. Then Father. But they stopped when they realized I always came back safely. In the end, it was them who didn't come back. -Well, your aunt's cross because you didn't come down for supper. She says you'll have to have bread and milk. -Oh, I'm glad. I like bread and milk. -That'll come in useful here, you being so good at being glad. -Well, that's the game, you know. -What game? -Glad game. Father taught me it. -What is it? -It started when I wanted a doll, and Father had written asking for one from the charity people. But when it came, there were just some crutches. -Crutches? -Yes, you know. And the game is to find something to be glad about in everything. -How can you be glad about getting crutches if you wanted a doll? -Aha! You're glad 'cause you don't need them. I couldn't see at first. Father had to tell me. I've played it ever since.