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           "AndTHEY’VEgotlovelynames,too. You’lllikeTHEIRnames,"sighedNancy. "They’re‘Algernon,’and‘Florabelle’and‘Estelle. ’I—Ijusthate‘Nancy’!" 

           "Oh,Nancy,whatadreadfulthingtosay! Why?" 

           "Becauseitisn’tprettyliketheothers. Yousee,Iwasthefirstbaby,andmotherhadn’tbegunterreadsomanystorieswiththeprettynamesin‘em,then." 

           "ButIlove‘Nancy,’justbecauseit’syou,"declaredPollyanna. 

           "Humph! Well,Iguessyoucouldlove‘ClarissaMabelle’justaswell,"retortedNancy,"anditwouldbeaheaphappierforme. IthinkTHATname’sjustgrand!" 

           Pollyannalaughed. 

           "Well,anyhow,"shechuckled,"youcanbegladitisn’t‘Hephzibah.’" 

           "Hephzibah!" 

           "Yes. Mrs.White’snameisthat. Herhusbandcallsher‘Hep,’andshedoesn’tlikeit. Shesayswhenhecallsout‘Hep—Hep!’shefeelsjustasifthenextminutehewasgoingtoyell‘Hurrah!’ Andshedoesn’tliketobehurrahedat." 

           Nancy’sgloomyfacerelaxedintoabroadsmile. 

           "Well,ifyoudon’tbeattheDutch! Say,doyouknow? —Isha’n’tneverhear‘Nancy’nowthatIdon’tthinko’that‘Hep—Hep!’andgiggle. My,IguessIAMglad—"Shestoppedshortandturnedamazedeyesonthelittlegirl. "Say,MissPollyanna,doyoumean—wasyouplayin’that‘eregameTHEN—aboutmybein’gladIwa’n’tnamedHephzibah’?"