“Dot, you must learn to be more careful,” said Mother Blossom. “I suppose I ought to be thankful it wasn’t cocoa you upset. And you answered when Daddy was speaking to Meg.”
“I can’t think in a hurry,” apologized Meg, while Dot was being mopped up with a clean napkin. “Could you wait a minute, Daddy?”
“I’ll ask you again tomorrow morning,” said Father Blossom. “I’ll expect each one of you to be able to tell me then why you are thankful. Think it over carefully and then you’ll be ready.”
“Why am I thankful?” said Meg to herself, over and over that evening till bedtime came. “Why am I thankful, I wonder?”
“Oh, Daddy!” Bobby called down over the banisters, after he was supposed to be in bed. “Daddy! Is it just the same to think why you are thankful and what you are thankful for?”
“Just about the same,” answered Father Blossom. “If you think about what you are thankful for you’ll soon know why you are thankful. Do you understand?”
“I—I guess so,” said Bobby doubtfully and he went back to bed.
In the morning the four little Blossoms found a chocolate turkey at each plate and Mother Blossom explained that they were a present from Daddy.
“Well, who can tell me for what they’re thankful?” asked Father Blossom, as Norah brought in the oatmeal.
“I know, Daddy!” cried Twaddles. “I’m thankful I found Bobby’s knife.”