Run along now and make yourselves presentable for lunch, and first thing you do, look in your mirrors.

You'll not be charmed, I'm sure." "One little, two little, three little Indians," sang Betty, as they skipped out of the room, hand in hand, and Joyce whispered in the hall, "How can she be so cheerful?
She's the bravest little thing I ever saw." They learned the secret of her cheerfulness next time they went to her room.

She turned to them with a wistful little smile, sadder, somehow, than tears, saying, "Godmother has helped me to find some stars in my long night, girls.

She told me about Milton.

I didn't know before that he was blind when he wrote 'Paradise Lost.' And she told me about Fanny Crosby, too, the blind hymnwriter, whose hymns have helped so many people and are sung all over the world.
"I've made up my mind that if the doctor can't save my sight I'll do as they did.