“Of course not!” answered Caleb. “And with reason.”
“Ah, with much reason!” cried the blind girl so fervently that Caleb began to doubt if he had been wise in deceiving her.
“Tell me about him, dear father,” said Bertha. “Many times again! His face is kind and tender, honest and true, I am sure it is! The goodness in his heart shines out in his countenance.”
“And makes it noble,” added Caleb, who was rather desperate by now.
“And makes it noble!” cried the blind girl. “He is older than May, Father?”
“Yes, quite a little older; but that don’t signify,” said Caleb.
“Oh, no, Father! Just to think, she can do so much for him when he grows old and infirm, and can nurse him if he gets ill, and help him in every way. Will she do all this, Father?”
“No doubt of it,” said Caleb.
“I love her for that, Father. I love her with all my heart,” exclaimed the blind girl.