And I'm so sorry you weren't ever glad over anything!" "PollyANna!" gasped the lady; but Pollyanna was gone, and only the distant bang of the attic-stairway door answered for her.

Pollyanna had gone to help Nancy bring down "her things." Miss Polly, in the sitting room, felt vaguely disturbed;--but then, of course she HAD been glad--over some things!.