You don't seem to have as many worries as other people.

What's the secret, Polly ?" And Fan looked up with wet eyes, and a wistful face at Polly, who was putting little dabs of cologne all over her head.
"Well," said Polly, slowly, "I just try to look on the bright side of things; that helps one amazingly.

Why, you 've no idea how much goodness and sunshine you can get out of the most unpromising things, if you make the best of them." "I don't know how," said Fan, despondently.
"You can learn; I did.

I used to croak and fret dreadfully, and get so unhappy, I was n't fit for anything.

I do it still more than I ought, but I try not to, and it gets easier, I find.