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.
Eleanor PorterThe sun was slowly setting in the west, casting golden beams of light into the somber old room.
Eleanor Porter... if God took the trouble to tell us eight hundred times to be glad and rejoice, He must want us to do it—SOME.
Eleanor Porter