Freddy's ears must be forever shut out from pleasant sound; but his bright eyes were wide open, seeing all that was made to be seen.
He loved to go to Mrs.Parlin's, for there he was sure to be greeted pleasantly; and he understood the language of smiles as well as anybody.
When grandma Read saw him coming she would say,-- "Now, Susan, thee'd better lay aside thy book, for most likely the poor little fellow will want to _talk_." And Susy did lay aside her book.

She had learned so many lessons this winter in self-denial! These "silent talks" were quite droll.

Little Dotty almost understood something about them; that is, when they used the signs: the alphabet was more than she could manage.

When Freddy wanted to talk about Dotty, he made a sign for a dimple in each cheek.

He smoothed his hair when he meant Susy, and made a waving motion over his head for Prudy, whose hair was full of ripples.
Prudy said she had wrinkled hair, and she knew it; but the wrinkles "wouldn't come out." Grandma Read sat one evening by the coal-grate, holding a letter in her hand, and looking into the glowing fire with a thoughtful expression.
Susy came and sat near her, resting one arm on her grandma's lap, and trying in various ways to attract her attention.
"Why, grandma," said she, "I've spoken to you three times; but I can't get you to answer or look at me." "What does thee want, my dear?
I will try to attend to thee." "O, grandma, there are ever so many things I want to say, now mother is out of the room, and father hasn't got home.