Pollyanna

You see, when you're hunting for the glad things, you sort of forget the other kind

"There just isn't anything to be glad about, that I can see," she said aloud; "unless—it's to be glad when the duty's done!" Whereupon she laughed suddenly.

Nancy flushed miserably.

Polly's voice was very stern now

she specially prided herself on her repose of manner.

Nancy, that will do

You bet your life there is,

Of course I don't know how much red carpet a trunk could buy, but it ought to buy some, anyhow—much as half an aisle, don't you think?

—we ain't a bit alike we ain't, we ain't!"

washing dishes at the sink