Pollyanna

You see, when you're hunting for the glad things, you sort of forget the other kind

"There just isn't anything to be glad about, that I can see," she said aloud; "unless—it's to be glad when the duty's done!" Whereupon she laughed suddenly.

Nancy, that will do

You bet your life there is,

Of course I don't know how much red carpet a trunk could buy, but it ought to buy some, anyhow—much as half an aisle, don't you think?

—we ain't a bit alike we ain't, we ain't!"

washing dishes at the sink

week had passed; then the fever subsided

at the two fast-closed windows—

"A little girl—coming here, Miss Harrington? Oh, won't that be nice!" cried Nancy, thinking of the sunshine her own little sisters made in the home at "The Corners."