CHAPTER XIV

A STORY RE-TOLD One sunshiny morning in the week following the visit of Sadie and Jamie, Gladys Moore walked in on Pollyanna in a very bad humor. She flung herself into the armchair, and heaved an ostentatious sigh, intended to call immediate attention to her low-spirits. “If this isn’t the bum world,” she said with feeling. Even in a cheerful mood, Gladys left much to be desired as a companion. She was crude and undisciplined, and, when she gave expression to those sophisticated opinions which were clearly the ech…