But godmother says people won't mind that much if I'll only be pleasant and cheerful about my misfortune, and not let it cast its shadow on other lives any more than I can help.

I haven't said anything about it yet to her, but if there is enough money in the bank that papa left to educate me with, I want to go to a school for the blind and learn to read those queer raised letters, and to do everything for myself.

Then I'll not be such a trouble to everybody." "But how can you be cheerful and pleasant, and go on that way for a whole lifetime ?" asked Eugenia, with a shiver.

"You may live to be an old, old woman." "Oh, Eugenia!" exclaimed Joyce, in a shocked undertone.

"Don't remind the poor little thing of of that." "I know," answered Betty, her smile all gone now, and her lip trembling.
"Sometimes when I think of that, it's so awful that I can hardly stand it.