"
I lay very still, thinking--
"Once I was blind but now I can see!"
That low, glad, tremulous murmur brought no peace to my troubled heart.
When Grandma Keeler looked at me again, I fancied she met a helpless,
appealing, almost an aggrieved expression in my eyes.
"I want to see her," I said. "I want to see Becky, of course."
"Yis, yis," said Grandma, "to-morrer. You'd want to talk, and you've had
enough for one day. I'll tell her, and she'll understand."
"But I want to see her now," I persisted.
"They's some folks just come in to inquire," continued Grandma, giving an
easeful touch to the pillows. "They's been a good many in to inquire. May
be, she's amongst 'em. I'll go down and see."
Soon I heard the old, girlish, familiar step on the stairs. Rebecca
hesitated, standing an instant on the threshold. In spite of the new and
loftier soul looking out of her eyes, in spite of the new and womanly
dignity which she bore so reposefully, she read my face with that quick,
intuitive glance I had learned to know so well.
Then coming towards me, she put her arm gently around my neck, kissed me,
understanding all, hushing all, forgiving all; and smiling a tender
prohibition in her eyes, put her finger on my lips.
Pages:
322
323
324
325
326
327
328
329
330
331
332
333
334
335
336
337
338
339
340
341
342
343
344
345
346