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.

'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.

... 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!

You lose such a lot of time just sleeping ... when you might just be living! ... It seems such a pity we can't live nights too.

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

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