To her, existence loomed ahead one endless round of duty.
"I don't see, really, what there was impertinent about that," she sighed.

"I was only asking her if she couldn't tell me something to be glad about in all that duty business." For several minutes Pollyanna sat in silence, her rueful eyes fixed on the forlorn heap of garments on the bed.

Then, slowly, she rose and began to put away the dresses.
"There just isn't anything to be glad about, that I can see," she said aloud; "unless--it's to be glad when the duty's done!" Whereupon she laughed suddenly..