'I
could have done it better myself, I verify believe!'
With these good-natured words, he strode away, and presently was
heard, in company with Boxer, and the old horse, and the cart,
making lively music down the road. What time the dreamy Caleb
still stood, watching his blind daughter, with the same expression
on his face.
'Bertha!' said Caleb, softly. 'What has happened? How changed you
are, my darling, in a few hours--since this morning. YOU silent
and dull all day! What is it? Tell me!'
'Oh father, father!' cried the Blind Girl, bursting into tears.
'Oh my hard, hard fate!'
Caleb drew his hand across his eyes before he answered her.
'But think how cheerful and how happy you have been, Bertha! How
good, and how much loved, by many people.'
'That strikes me to the heart, dear father! Always so mindful of
me! Always so kind to me!'
Caleb was very much perplexed to understand her.
'To be--to be blind, Bertha, my poor dear,' he faltered, 'is a
great affliction; but--'
'I have never felt it!' cried the Blind Girl.
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