"They are always grateful, too, for every little kindness." "They look very good and obedient," said Mrs.Clifford, in a low voice.
"So they are.

Sometimes I think they are better than children who have eyes; perhaps because they cannot see to get into so much mischief," added Miss Percival, pinching Emily's cheek.
"Aunt 'Ria," said Dotty, in raptures, "_don't_ they have good times here ?" "Yelly good times," said little Flyaway, clutching at her mother's dress.
"Mamma, I wish _I_ was blind-eyed, too." "You, my darling baby! Mother hopes that will never be.

But if you cannot be blind-eyed yourself, perhaps you may make some of these little ones happy.

Is there anything you would like to give away ?" Flyaway winked slowly, trying to think what she had at home that she no longer wished to keep.
"Yes, mamma," said she at last, with a smile of satisfaction, "I've got a old hat." "O, fie, Katie! I dare say you would be very glad to part with that, for I remember you cried the other day when I asked you to wear it.

Your old hat would not be a pretty present." "Then I can't fink of noffin' else," said Katie, shaking her head; at the same time having a guilty recollection of several beautiful toys, and "'most a hunnerd bushels of canny;" that is to say, a small box of confectionery her uncle Edward had given her.
Mrs.Clifford had observed of late that her little daughter was not as generous as she could wish.