We will, we will!" Pollyanna looked shocked.
"Glad! Oh, Nancy, when it's a funeral ?" "Oh, but 'twa'n't the funeral I was glad for, Miss Pollyanna.

It was--" Nancy stopped abruptly.

A shrewd twinkle came into her eyes.

"Why, Miss Pollyanna, as if it wa'n't yerself that was teachin' me ter play the game," she reproached her gravely.
Pollyanna puckered her forehead into a troubled frown.
"I can't help it, Nancy," she argued with a shake of her head.

"It must be that there are some things that 'tisn't right to play the game on--and I'm sure funerals is one of them.