Even the days of the week ain't run ter her mind.

If it's Monday she's bound ter say she wished 'twas Sunday; and if you take her jelly you're pretty sure ter hear she wanted chicken--but if you DID bring her chicken, she'd be jest hankerin' for lamb broth!" "Why, what a funny woman," laughed Pollyanna.

"I think I shall like to go to see her.

She must be so surprising and--and different.

I love DIFFERENT folks." "Humph! Well, Mis' Snow's 'different,' all right--I hope, for the sake of the rest of us!" Nancy had finished grimly.
Pollyanna was thinking of these remarks to-day as she turned in at the gate of the shabby little cottage.