You can be glad 'twasn't two." Pollyanna was warming to her task.
"Of course! So fortunate," sniffed the man, with uplifted eyebrows; "looking at it from that standpoint, I suppose I might be glad I wasn't a centipede and didn't break fifty!" Pollyanna chuckled.
"Oh, that's the best yet," she crowed.

"I know what a centipede is; they've got lots of legs.

And you can be glad--" "Oh, of course," interrupted the man, sharply, all the old bitterness coming back to his voice; "I can be glad, too, for all the rest, I suppose--the nurse, and the doctor, and that confounded woman in the kitchen!" "Why, yes, sir--only think how bad 'twould be if you DIDN'T have them!" "Well, I--eh ?" he demanded sharply.
"Why, I say, only think how bad it would be if you didn't have 'em--and you lying here like this!" "As if that wasn't the very thing that was at the bottom of the whole matter," retorted the man, testily, "because I am lying here like this! And yet you expect me to say I'm glad because of a fool woman who disarranges the whole house and calls it 'regulating,' and a man who aids and abets her in it, and calls it 'nursing,' to say nothing of the doctor who eggs 'em both on--and the whole bunch of them, meanwhile, expecting me to pay them for it, and pay them well, too!" Pollyanna frowned sympathetically.
"Yes, I know.

THAT part is too bad--about the money--when you've been saving it, too, all this time." "When--eh ?" "Saving it--buying beans and fish balls, you know.

Say, DO you like beans ?--or do you like turkey better, only on account of the sixty cents ?" "Look a-here, child, what are you talking about ?" Pollyanna smiled radiantly.
"About your money, you know--denying yourself, and saving it for the heathen.