And I'm glad 'tisn't whooping cough--I've had that, and it's horrid--and I'm glad 'tisn't appendicitis nor measles, 'cause they're catching--measles are, I mean--and they wouldn't let you stay here." "You seem to--to be glad for a good many things, my dear," faltered Aunt Polly, putting her hand to her throat as if her collar bound.
Pollyanna laughed softly.
"I am.

I've been thinking of 'em--lots of 'em--all the time I've been looking up at that rainbow.

I love rainbows.

I'm so glad Mr.Pendleton gave me those prisms! I'm glad of some things I haven't said yet.

I don't know but I'm 'most glad I was hurt." "Pollyanna!" Pollyanna laughed softly again.