Everything seemed to touch her eyes.

The bars of sunlight seemed to smite them.

Not until the falling of darkness did her fears subside and her spirits revive.
Throughout the day that followed she sat constantly in the gloom of the blackest corner of their hut.
But this was only her baptism of light on coming out of a world of darkness, just as her fear of the voices of the earth and air had been her baptism of sound on coming out of a land of silence.

Within three days afterwards her terror began to give place to joy; and from that time forward the world was full of wonder to her opened eyes.

Then sweet and beautiful, beyond all dreams of fancy, were her amazement and delight in every little thing that lay about her--the grass, the weeds, the poorest flower that blew, even the rude implements of the house and the common stones that worked up through the mould--all old and familiar to her fingers, but new and strange to her eyes, and marvellous as if an angel out of heaven had dropped them down to her.
For many days after the coming of her sight she continued to recognise everything by touch and sound.