“Well, goodness me! I can't see anythin' ter be glad about—gettin' a pair of crutches when you wanted a doll!" Pollyanna clapped her hands. "There is—there is," she crowed. "But I couldn't see it, either, Nancy, at first," she added,… — Eleanor H. Porter Copy Share Image
“Miss Polly actually stamped her foot in irritation. "There you go like the rest," she shouted. "What game?" At last Nancy told her all about the story of how the crutches arrived instead of a doll, and how Pollyanna's father… — Eleanor H. Porter Copy Share Image
