It was not, after all, very grievous to be blind, she thought, if one could live at this Institute and have such nice plays.
"Aunt 'Ria thinks I ought to give them something, I s'pose.

When I get home I mean to ask mamma and grandma to dress a beautiful doll, and I'll send it to Emily.

She'll keep it to remember me by; and it won't cost any of _my_ money if papa buys the head." "Good by, Emily," said she, as she parted from her.

"I hope there won't any more bad things happen to you." "But I s'pose there will," replied Emily, cheerfully.
Mr.Parlin and Horace were waiting in the hall, and the latter was impatiently watching the tall clock.

They had been in the greenhouse, looking at the flowers, and in the shop, where the blind boys learn to make brooms and brushes.
"Well, ladies, are you ready to go ?" asked Mr.Parlin, taking Flyaway by the hand.
"Yes, we ladies is ready," replied she.