“Yes. And I told him I should think his business would be the very gladdest one there was.”
“What!—goin' ter see sick folks—an' folks what ain't sick but thinks they is, which is worse?” Nancy's face showed open skepticism.
Pollyanna laughed gleefully.
“Yes. That's 'most what he said, too; but there is a way to be glad, even then. Guess!”
Nancy frowned in meditation. Nancy was getting so she could play this game of “being glad” quite successfully, she thought. She rather enjoyed studying out Pollyanna's “posers,” too, as she called some of the little girl's questions.
“Oh, I know,” she chuckled. “It's just the opposite from what you told Mis' Snow.”
“Opposite?” repeated Pollyanna, obviously puzzled.
“Yes. You told her she could be glad because other folks wasn't like her—all sick, you know.”
“Yes,” nodded Pollyanna.
“Well, the doctor can be glad because he isn't like other folks—the sick ones, I mean, what he doctors,” finished Nancy in triumph.