“‘Oh!’
“‘I’m looking for some one better than you—better in every way!’
“‘But you would have been going against God, maybe?’
“‘Not even then. I want some one—better!’
“But poor sis never found her better one—though I suppose there was one for her somewhere—as she deserved. For she couldn’t look for him nor see whether he was better or worse than Hiliary if he had come. She lost her sight. But I’m a little ahead of my story.
“That night I heard sis saying strange things in her sleep and sobbing. She told me the next morning that it was for me—because we had to part—”
“And you said,” the blind one interrupted, “that we should never part.”
“And you insisted that it was impossible to live together after I was married, that three was a crowd, and that you should go and keep house for brother Ben.”
“I only said I should go mad.”
“Yes, only think! What could you have meant?”