Dear me what a table they used to set at Roselands! enough to tempt the appetite of an epicure." "I must rest my eyes a little.

I can't see any longer," said the girl, laying down her work and going to the door.
"It's just dreadful," sighed her mother, "but don't get out of heart; these people will help us and it is possible some skilful oculist may understand your case and be able to help you." The girl's eyes were fixed upon the distant mountain-tops where, through a rift in the clouds the sun shone suddenly out for a moment.

"'I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills whence cometh my help,'" she murmured softly to herself.

Then from a full heart went up a strong cry, "O God, my Father, save me, I beseech thee, from this bitter trial that I so dread! Nevertheless not as I will, but as thou wilt.

Oh, help me to be content with whatsoever thou shalt send!" "Sally, you're standing there a long time." It was the mother's querulous voice again.
The girl turned toward her, answering in a patient tone.