another with Nancy on the back porch, after the dishes were done,
and while Aunt Polly paid a visit to a neighbor.

Old Tom told Pollyanna wonderful things of her mother, that made
her very happy indeed; and Nancy told her all about the little
farm six miles away at "The Corners," where lived her own dear
mother, and her equally dear brother and sisters. She promised,
too, that sometime, if Miss Polly were willing, Pollyanna should
be taken to see them.

"And THEY'VE got lovely names, too. You'll like THEIR names,"
sighed Nancy. "They're 'Algernon,' and 'Florabelle' and
'Estelle.' I--I just hate 'Nancy'!"

"Oh, Nancy, what a dreadful thing to say! Why?"

"Because it isn't pretty like the others. You see, I was the
first baby, and mother hadn't begun ter read so many stories with
the pretty names in 'em, then."

"But I love 'Nancy,' just because it's you," declared Pollyanna.

"Humph! Well, I guess you could love 'Clarissa Mabelle' just as
well," retorted Nancy, "and it would be a heap happier for me. I
think THAT name's just grand!"

Pollyanna laughed.

"Well, anyhow," she chuckled, "you can be glad it isn't
'Hephzibah.'"