I have sometimes admired a dog for his economical use of comforts. When it has been a long, rainy day, the sun has just popped out, and there has been a gleam of sunlight on the floor, I have seen him get up and wag his tail, and shift himself about so as to lie down in the bit of sunshine. It is a fine thing to have just that state of mind never to go sullenly into the shadow, but always go cheerfully to accept the square yard of sunshine and make the most of it. There is something, after all, to be thankful for-something for which to praise the name of God.