“Always Yours,
“Henry Fairchild.”
At the close of Fairchild's letter this postscript was added, in a hand that we recognised as Miriam's, though it was cramped and irregular, as if she had written with her eyes shut:—
“Dear Ones,—I cannot see to write to you; but I love you and love you, with all my heart.
“Miriam.”
When my sister Josephine read that, she burst out crying like a child.
I waited till she had dried her tears, Then, “Well, my dear sister,” I questioned, “do you realise what that letter means?”
“What it means? Why, that her blindness is only temporary, and can be cured. That she will recover her sight.”
“Nothing else?”
“What else?”