The thanksgiving of her heart had more burden to-day than the ordinary gifts of the morning which she was wont to remember.

Her father was not angry with her! It took a load off Daisy's heart; and she looked so happy all breakfast time that Mr.Randolph was very much inclined to slight his wife's fears.
Juanita's constant habit of thankfulness and of expressing her thankfulness, during the weeks Daisy had spent with her had gone down into the child's heart.

With every meal, though taken by herself all alone, Daisy had seen the old woman acknowledging gratefully from whose hand she got it.

And with other things beside meals; and it had seemed sweet and pleasant to Daisy to do so.

At home, when she was suddenly transferred to her father's stately board, where every beauty and luxury were gathered together and an array of friends to help each other enjoy it; and no one remembered, no one acknowledged that any gratitude was due to the hand that had supplied the board and given the friends, Daisy's heart was pained by a great sense of want.