“It'll be just lovely for you to play -- it'll be so hard. And there's so much more fun when it is hard!”

“Be glad. Be good. Be brave.”

“Then you--weren't lovers?" Pollyanna's voice was tragic with dismay."Never!""And it isn't all coming out like a book? . . . Oh dear! And it was all going so splendidly," almost sobbed Pollyanna. "I'd have been so glad to come--with Aunt Polly.""And you won't--now?" The man asked the question without turning his head."Of course not! I'm Aunt Polly's!”

“I was growlin' one day 'cause I was so bent up and crooked; an'what do ye s'pose the little thing said? ... She said I could be glad, anyhow, that I didn't have ter stoop so far ter do my weedin' - 'cause I was already bent part way over.”

“Just breathing isn't living!”

“Oh, yes; the game was to just find something about everything to be glad about—no matter what 'twas”

“I long ago discovered that you can't TELL about Pollyanna. The minute you try to, she sounds priggish and preachy, and--impossible. Yet you and I know she is anything but that.”