"Oh, no, not wholly blind, though it is largely a question of doctors. This came to her through an illness a few years ago. She did not have the right care. They did not understand. But there is always hope, and I think that she is no worse this year or two."
"We have a friend who has taken a great fancy to Yvonne. She preferred to go up to Alexandre Babet's this morning rather than to come sightseeing with us."
"Yvonne wins the heart of all so quickly, and her good father and mother, though adopted, would do everything for her if they could. Poor Alexandre looks for a gold-mine."
"Yes, we know," and Amy smiled; "but I am glad to know that there is hope for Yvonne's eyes."
"Ah, yes, there is hope. Poor child! She has had a strange history."
At that moment two small girls crossed their path. They looked like little old women, with their shawls and couvre-chefs. The sister laid her hand on the shoulder of one of them.
"Where are you going?"
The girls hung their heads shamefaced, and would not meet the sister's gaze.
"Ah, you know; go home and get your hats."
The children ran off without looking back, and the sister turned with a smile to Amy and Priscilla.