“She came to his arms and kissed him; and his arms were wrapped round her, and she sat on his knee.
“‘It’s one good thing, you haven’t lights to work, so we can talk,’ said Sue, stroking his face. ‘If you had, we couldn’t.’
“‘Maybe we would,’ said the cobbler. ‘Let us talk to-night of the things we have to be thankful for.’
“‘There’s a great many of them, father,’ said Sue, with her twilight voice.
“‘The first thing is, that we know we have a Friend in heaven; and that we do love and trust him.’
“‘O father!’ said Sue,—‘if you begin with that, all the other things will not seem anything at all.’
“‘That’s true,’ said Mr. Peg. ‘Well, Sue, let’s have ’em all. You begin.’
“‘I don’t know what to begin with,’ said Sue, looking into the fire.
“‘I have you,’ said her father, softly kissing her.
“‘O father!—and I have you;—but now you are taking the next best things.’