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

Oh, yes; the game was to just find something about everything to be glad about—no matter what 'twas

'Oh, yes,' nodded Pollyanna emphatically. 'He said he felt better right away, that first day he thought to count 'em. He said if God took the trouble to tell us eight hundred times to be glad and rejoice, He must want us to do it - some.

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!

Be glad. Be good. Be brave.

... there is something about everything that you can be glad about, if you keep hunting long enough to find it.

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