"Now, Mary, what have you to say?" asked Mr. Parlin of his wife.
"I am thankful we are all alive," replied Mrs. Parlin, looking at the faces around the table with a loving smile.
"And I," said her husband, "am thankful we all have our eyesight. I have thought more about it since I have visited two or three Blind Asylums. Susy, it is your turn."
"Papa, I'm thankful I'm so near thirteen."
Mr. Parlin stroked his mustache to hide a smile. He thought that was a very young remark.
"And you, Prudy?"
"I'm so thankful, sir," answered Prudy, reflecting a while, "so thankful this house isn't burnt up."
"Bless your little grateful heart," said her father, leaning towards her and stroking her cheek. "For my part, I think one fire is quite enough for one family. I confess I never should have dreamed of being thankful we hadn't had two. Well, Alice, what have you to say? I see a thought in your eyes."
"Why, papa," said Dotty, laying her forefingers together with emphasis,
"I've known what I'm thankful for, for two days. I'm thankful Mrs.
Rosenberg isn't my mother!"
A smile went around the table.