"There! I 'most forgot; but I've thought it up, Mrs. Snow--what
you can be glad about."

"GLAD about! What do you mean?"

"Why, I told you I would. Don't you remember? You asked me to
tell you something to be glad about--glad, you know, even though
you did have to lie here abed all day."

"Oh!" scoffed the woman. "THAT? Yes, I remember that; but I
didn't suppose you were in earnest any more than I was."

"Oh, yes, I was," nodded Pollyanna, triumphantly; "and I found
it, too. But 'TWAS hard. It's all the more fun, though, always,
when 'tis hard. And I will own up, honest to true, that I
couldn't think of anything for a while. Then I got it."

"Did you, really? Well, what is it?" Mrs. Snow's voice was
sarcastically polite.

Pollyanna drew a long breath.

"I thought--how glad you could be--that other folks weren't like
you--all sick in bed like this, you know," she announced
impressively. Mrs. Snow stared. Her eyes were angry.

"Well, really!" she ejaculated then, in not quite an agreeable
tone of voice.

"And now I'll tell you the game," proposed Pollyanna, blithely