That, of course, I agree to."
"But, papa," said Daisy, "is a thankful spirit the same thing
quite as giving thanks?"
"It is a much better thing, Daisy, in my opinion."
"But, papa, would not a thankful spirit like to _give_ thanks?"
"I have no objection, Daisy."
The tears came into Daisy's eyes. Her mother _had_.
"Papa —"
"Well? Let us get to the end of this difficulty if we can."
"I am afraid we cannot, papa. Because if you had told me to do
a thing so, you would mean it just so, and I should do it."
Mr. Randolph wrapped his arms round Daisy and brought her
close to his breast. "Look here, Daisy," said he — "tell me.
Do you really try to give thanks everywhere, and for all
things, as the word says?"
"I do not _try_, papa — I like to do it."
"Do you give thanks for _everything?_"
"I think I do, papa; for everything that gives me pleasure."
"For Mrs. Sandford's invitation to-day, for instance."
"Oh, yes, papa," said Daisy, smiling.
He brought the little head down within reach of his lips and
kissed it a good many times.
"I wish my little Daisy would not think so much."
"I think only to know what is right to do, papa."
"It is right to mind mamma and me, and let us think for you.
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