; there is always something to give thanks for. Suppose you
take a piece of paper and write out all the things you have to be
thankful for this year."

The idea was a novel one to Peace, and after a moment of debate, she
searched out pencil and tablet, drew up an old hassock beside a chair,
which she used as her table, and laboriously began to compile her list
of thankfuls. She finished her task just as Gail announced the supper
hour, and dropped the sheet, scribbled full of crooked letters, into the
mending basket, where Gail found it that evening when the three little
sisters were fast asleep in their beds. Hope was busy with her lessons
and Faith sat listlessly in front of the wheezy organ, idly playing
snatches of melody. So Gail spread the paper out on the table and read
with reverent eyes what Peace had written from the depths of her heart:

"I am thankful cause my tramp didn't burn us up with his matches.

"Dito (dito means I am thankful and its lots shorter to rite) cause
of the muny pined to the gatepost and granesaks in the barn, but I'd
be more thankful if Gale would spend it.

"I am thankful cause Mr. Strong says our 2 angels got inside the
gates all right.

"Dito cause there ain't any more of us angels.

"Dito cause Hector Abbott got licked for teezing lame Jenny
Munn--his name just fits him.

"Dito cause Mr. Strong is our preecher--he's got some sense.

"Dito for his wife.

"Dito for Towzer. He's a good dog.

"Dito for all the rest of our family.

"Dito cause we have some shoes to wear this winter.

"Dito cause for carrots and beets and turnips and cabbige and
potatoes. They don't take the place of turkey, but they are good
vittles.

"Dito for the hens that lay eggs so we cant kill them for
Thanksgiving dinner.

"Dito for the eggs. They meen muny, Gale says.

"Dito for the hot biskits we are going to have for supper.

"Dito cause this paper wont hold any more. My hand akes.

"Amen. Peace Greenfield."

For a long moment Gail sat with tear-dimmed eyes fixed on the queer list
before her; then she reverently tucked the badly-written sheet away
among her treasures, and in her heart offered up a little prayer of
thanksgiving for the blessed gift of so many sisters.

Thanksgiving Day dawned clear and cold upon a world of dazzling
whiteness, and with the first ray of the sun, Pe