I love different folks.

Oh, but Aunt Polly, Aunt Polly, you haven't left me any time at all just to- to live.

The sun was slowly setting in the west, casting golden beams of light into the somber old room.

I long ago discovered that you can't TELL about Pollyanna. The minute you try to, she sounds priggish and preachy, and--impossible. Yet you and I know she is anything but that.

I should think you could be gladder on Monday mornin' than any other day in the week, because 'twould be a whole week before you'd have another one!

My relationship with "Pollyanna" is a very personal one, because Pollyanna got me through my childhood.

Of course things you don't know about are always nicer'n things you do, same as the pertater on 'tother side of the plate is always the biggest.