All for the Best
"Don't," pleaded Roger. "It's all for the best—it must be all for the best."
Neither of them saw Eloise approaching as she came up the road from the hotel. She was in white, as usual, bareheaded, and she carried a white linen parasol. She went to them, calling out brightly, "Good morning!"
"Who is it?" asked the old man.
"It must be Miss Wynne, I think."
"What is it?" inquired Eloise, when she joined them. "What is the matter?"
The blind man could not speak, but he pointed toward the house with a shaking hand.
"It's Barbara, you know," said Roger. "They're in there—cutting her." The last words were almost a whisper.
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