"Why, grandmother, you seem to think that nothing is hard," said the boy, still in the grumbling tone.
"No, Charlie, there is one thing that I think very hard."
"What is that?" cried Charlie, who thought that at last his grandmother had found some cause for complaint.
"Well, Charlie, I think that heart is very hard that is not thankful for so many blessings."
"MOTHER," said a child, ten years of age, "I want to know the secret of your going away alone every night and morning?"
"Why, my child?"
"Because, mother, it must be to see some one you love very much."
"And what leads you to think so?"
"Because I noticed when you come back you appear to be happier than usual."