“I’m most thankful,” said Grandmother, “for Grandfather, and Susan, and a peaceful life. I couldn’t live in strife with any one.”
Grandfather thrust his boots out toward the fire and pulled his silk handkerchief from his pocket.
“I’m thankful,” said he, carefully spreading his handkerchief over his head, “I’m thankful for my home, and that means Grandmother and Susan, and I’m thankful, too, that I have my own teeth. I mean it, I’m not joking.” And he soberly snapped his strong white teeth together without a smile.
“I’m thankful,” piped up Susan, glad her turn had come, “for Grandfather, and Grandmother, and Miss Liza, and Snuff, and Flip, and Nero, and—”
Grandfather caught her up from the cricket and held her in his arms.
“My black-eyed Susan,” said he, tenderly.
Susan looked round with a smile.
“I think,” said she,—“I think I’m thankful—why, I think I’m thankful for just everything.”
THE END
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