They had almost forgotten there had ever been a war.
"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_.