Pollyanna de Eleanor H. Porter
- Find what out?
- That the lonesomest place in the world is in a crowd in a big city.
Pollyanna frowned and pondered.
- Is it? I don't see how it can be. I don't see how you can be lonesome when you've got folks all around you. Still - she hesitated, and the frown deepened. - I was losenome this afternoon, and there where folks all around me ; only they didn't seem to - to think - or notice.
The pretty girl smiled bitterly.
- That's just it. They don't even think or notice, crowds don't.