My Relationship With "pollyanna" Is A Very

Oh, But Aunt Polly, Aunt Polly, You Haven't Left Me Any Time At All Just To- To Live.

Be Glad. Be Good. Be Brave.

The Sun Was Slowly Setting In The West, Casting Golden Beams Of Light Into The Somber Old Room.

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.

Just Breathing Isn't Living!