“No, no, my dear lamb, David and me’ll go alone to-morrow; little Nan ain’t coming neither.”
“Very well, Gwen,” I said, just asleep.
I was in bed when Gwen came again to me.
“My maid, I’m very trouble to you to-night.”
“No, Gwen, what is it?”
To my surprise, Gwen burst into tears; this unusual sign of emotion roused me completely.
“Oh! my maid, I’m fearful and troubled, I don’t know why. I’ve set my heart so on the baby getting his sight. If I could only take him back seeing to the Squire, I think I could die content.”
“Well, Gwen, perhaps you will. Of course, I don’t quite believe in the eye-well as much as you do, but still, who knows?”
“No one knows, Gwladys, that’s what’s troubling me; the Almighty has it all hid from us. He may think it good for the baby not to see. There’s sights in this world what ain’t right for mortal eyes, perhaps He have shut up his, to make and keep the little heart all the whiter.”
“Perhaps so, Gwen; as you say, God knows best.”