“‘Maybe it won’t do us any harm after all,’ said Sue more brightly;—‘or maybe you will be able to come back, father. Father, you know we are to talk over to-night the things that we have that we can’t be thankful for.’
“‘‘In everything give thanks,’’ said the cobbler.
“‘Yes, father, but it doesn’t say for everything.’
“‘Perhaps not,’ said the cobbler. ‘Well, darling, we’ll see. Let’s have our supper first.’
“‘We’ll have the biggest fish to-night, father.’
“The fish wasn’t just out of the water now, but it was eaten with a good will; not quite so cheerily as the first one the night before; and Sue sighed once or twice as she was putting the dishes away, and didn’t step quite so lightly. Then she came to her former place in her father’s arms, and her head stooped upon his shoulder, and his cheek was laid to her forehead, and so they sat some minutes without speaking.
“‘Come, father,’ said Sue,—‘will you talk?’
“‘Yes, dear. Let us tell over what we have to bear, and see how we can bear it.’
“‘We must go to our ‘upper storehouse’ again for that, father.’