CHAPTER XVI

GLADYS STICKS TO THE GAME If Pollyanna’s sense of humor had been more than a match for her sympathy, she would have derived considerable amusement from observing the efforts of Gladys Moore to play the glad game. But there was something so pathetic in the struggle of this untaught girl to measure up to the standard she had set for herself, that, when Pollyanna felt most like smiling, she felt most like weeping, too. Over the telephone, Gladys informed her of the departure of the latest cook, incensed by some prank …