One thing I know, that whereas I was blind, now I see.
I am the good Shepherd; the good Shepherd giveth his life for the sheep.
Our friend Lazarus sleepeth, but I go that I may awake him out of sleep.
Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection and the life.
"THIS first verse makes me think of another of my miracles," Grandma said, with a very tender smile on her face.
"Grandma," said Marion, with almost a shade of reproach in her voice, "did you truly have miracles done for you?"
"I thought so, child, and I don't know but I thought pretty near right. They were the dear Lord's loving kindnesses and tender mercies to a naughty child; and those are miracles enough for reasonable people. I'll tell you the story, and see what you think about it.
"It was the afternoon before the Fourth, and everybody in our house was very busy. There was to be a great celebration the next day, the largest which had ever been in that part of the world. The speaker was to stop at our house, and several of the leading men were coming to take supper with him, and in the evening there was to be fireworks, great wonderful fire balls, such as we don't see now-days, and fine doings of all sorts.
"ME TUMBLING OVER AGAINST MOTHER."
"By the middle of the afternoon, mother began to look very tired. I can seem to see her face now, as she stood looking at the sideboard with its rows of shining dishes. 'That drawer ought to be cleared out,' said she, 'and fixed for the changes of knives, and forks, and spoons, but I don't know who can do it; everybody's hands are full and it is full of all sorts of things.' She wasn't speaking to anybody in particular, just talking low, to herself. I was only a little girl eight years old, and not supposed to notice all that was going on. But I heard it, and decided then and there, that as soon as my mother went out I would set to work at that drawer myself. And I did. It was a hard drawer to clear out; one of those places where in a hurried time things get put that don't belong, and you don't exactly know where they do belong. I worked away at it faithfully, until my back ached with stooping, and every nerve in my body seemed to be on the jump. Over in the corner sat my grandfather, talking with an old friend of his. They did not notice me, but I heard snatches of their talk, about the grand doings which were to be on the next day, and it seemed to me I could hardly wait. My work was almost done, and I was busy with the thought of how pleased mother would be, when I took up a long delicate glass bottle filled with some liquid. The glass was so thin I tried to look through it; as I held it up against the light, my hands must have been trembling with weariness and eagerness, for somehow, I never could understand how, that bottle slipped from me and shivered to bits on the hard floor! The liquid spilled over my hands and spattered on my face and eyes, and in an instant they began to burn as though they were in a flame of fire! To make matters worse, I clapped both hands, all wet as they were, right on my eyes. This made the pain more dreadful than ever. It all happened in a moment of time: the scream, and mother running, and grandfather springing up, and me tumbling over against mother, and hearing her say with a groan: 'Oh Ruthie, Ruthie! she has put out her eyes!'
"Then for a few blessed minutes I was free from pain; I fainted dead away for the first time in my life! The faint didn't last long; the pain in my eyes was too great. Oh! it was a dreadful time. Father went hurrying after the doctor, and mother tried cold water, and milk, and bran-water, and everything else she could think of, to relieve my suffering."
"But, Grandma, what was it? What had you done?" interrupted Marion, her face pale with sympathy.