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           "Well,IreckonIdidn’ttellitall,andIforgotyoudidn’tknowMrs.White. Yousee,MissWhitewasdeaf—awfullydeaf; andshecametovisit‘emandtohelptakecareofMrs.Whiteandthehouse. Well,theyhadsuchanawfultimemakingherunderstandANYTHING,thatafterthat,everytimethepianocommencedtoplayacrossthestreet,Mrs.WhitefeltsogladsheCOULDhearit,thatshedidn’tmindsomuchthatsheDIDhearit,‘causeshecouldn’thelpthinkinghowawful‘twouldbeifshewasdeafandcouldn’thearanything,likeherhusband’ssister. Yousee,shewasplayingthegame,too. I’dtoldheraboutit." 

           "The—game?" 

           Pollyannaclappedherhands. 

           "There! I‘mostforgot; butI’vethoughtitup,Mrs.Snow—whatyoucanbegladabout." 

           "GLADabout! Whatdoyoumean?" 

           "Why,ItoldyouIwould. Don’tyouremember? Youaskedmetotellyousomethingtobegladabout—glad,youknow,eventhoughyoudidhavetoliehereabedallday." 

           "Oh!"scoffedthewoman. "THAT?Yes,Irememberthat; butIdidn’tsupposeyouwereinearnestanymorethanIwas." 

           "Oh,yes,Iwas,"noddedPollyanna,triumphantly; "andIfoundit,too. But‘TWAShard. It’sallthemorefun,though,always,when‘tishard. AndIwillownup,honesttotrue,thatIcouldn’tthinkofanythingforawhile. ThenIgotit." 

           "Didyou,really? Well,whatisit?"Mrs.Snow’svoicewassarcasticallypolite. 

           Pollyannadrewalongbreath. 

           "Ithought—howgladyoucouldbe—thatotherfolksweren’tlikeyou—allsickinbedlikethis,youknow,"sheannouncedimpressively. Mrs.Snowstared. Hereyeswereangry. 

           "Well,really!"sheejaculatedthen,innotquiteanagreeabletoneofvoice.