The doctor left Pollyanna at her own door, smiled at Nancy, who
was sweeping off the front porch, then drove rapidly away.

"I've had a perfectly beautiful ride with the doctor," announced
Pollyanna, bounding up the steps. "He's lovely, Nancy!"

"Is he?"

"Yes. And I told him I should think his business would be the
very gladdest one there was."

"What!--goin' ter see sick folks--an' folks what ain't sick but
thinks they is, which is worse?" Nancy's face showed open
skepticism.

Pollyanna laughed gleefully.

"Yes. That's 'most what he said, too; but there is a way to be
glad, even then. Guess!"

Nancy frowned in meditation. Nancy was getting so she could play
this game of "being glad" quite successfully, she thought. She
rather enjoyed studying out Pollyanna's "posers," too, as she
called some of the little girl's questions.

"Oh, I know," she chuckled. "It's just the opposite from what you
told Mis' Snow."

"Opposite?" repeated Pollyanna, obviously puzzled.