'Father,' said Bertha, hesitating. 'Mary.'
'Yes, my dear,' returned Caleb. 'Here she is.'
'There is no change in HER. You never told me anything of HER that
was not true?'
'I should have done it, my dear, I am afraid,' returned Caleb, 'if
I could have made her better than she was. But I must have changed
her for the worse, if I had changed her at all. Nothing could
improve her, Bertha.'
Confident as the Blind Girl had been when she asked the question,
her delight and pride in the reply and her renewed embrace of Dot,
were charming to behold.
'More changes than you think for, may happen though, my dear,' said
Dot. 'Changes for the better, I mean; changes for great joy to
some of us. You mustn't let them startle you too much, if any such
should ever happen, and affect you? Are those wheels upon the
road? You've a quick ear, Bertha. Are they wheels?'
'Yes. Coming very fast.'
'I--I--I know you have a quick ear,' said Dot, placing her hand
upon her heart, and evidently talking on, as fast as she could to
hide its palpitating state, 'because I have noticed it often, and
because you were so quick to find out that strange step last night.
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