"They are always shut, my child."
"Always shut!—What for?"
"I am blind, Gerty; I can see nothing."
"Not see!" said Gerty; "can't you see anything? Can't you see me now?"
"No," said Miss Graham.
"O!" exclaimed Gerty, drawing a long breath, "I'm so glad."
"Glad!" said Miss Graham, in the saddest voice that ever was heard.
"O yes!" said Gerty, "so glad you can't see me!—because now, perhaps, you'll love me."
"And shouldn't I love you if I saw you?" said Emily, passing her hand softly and slowly over the child's features.
"Oh, no!" answered Gerty, "I'm so ugly! I'm glad you can't see how ugly I am."