CHAPTER XIV.
A LONG NIGHT.
"Oh, isn't it awful!" exclaimed the Little Colonel, in a shocked tone, and with such a look of horror in her face that Eugenia leaned forward to listen.

Lloyd was speaking to Joyce on the porch just outside of the library window, where Eugenia sat reading.
"What is awful ?" asked Eugenia, her curiosity aroused by the expression of the girls' faces.
"Sh!" whispered Lloyd, warningly, as she tiptoed to the window and sat down on the broad, low sill.

"I am afraid Betty will hear us talking about her.

The doctor has just been here, and he says--oh, Eugenia, it is too terrible to tell--he says he is afraid that Betty is going _blind_!" The tears stood in the Little Colonel's eyes.

"You know that people do lose their sight sometimes when they have the measles, and her eyes have been the worst part of it from the start.