her hint to one who was evidently anxious to keep "Thanksgiving"
over her any month in the year.

"I'm sure I am," remarked De Forrest. "I could never be satisfied
to admire at a distance. I could not join in a prayer I once heard,
'Lord, we thank thee for this and all other worlds.'"

"Could you?" asked Lottie of Hemstead.

"Why not?"

"That is no answer."

Hemstead was growing more at ease, and when he only had to use his
brains was not half so much at a loss as when he must also manage
his hands and feet, and he replied laughingly: "Well, not to put too
fine a point upon it, this world is quite useful to me at present.
I should be sorry to have it vanish and find myself whirling in
space, if I am a rather large body. But as I am soon to get through
with this world, though never through with life, I may have a chance
to enjoy a good many other worlds--perhaps all of them--before
eternity is over, and so be grateful that they exist and are in
waiting."

"Good heavens!" exclaimed Lottie. "What a traveller you propose to
be. I should be satisfied with a trip to Europe."

"To Paris, you mean," said Bel.

"Yes," replied Mr. Hemstead, "until the trip was over."