"Everything that would help in the smallest degree." "And it would be best not to let the child know," he continued.

"It would probably excite her, and, above all things, that must be guarded against." But Betty, lying with bandaged eyes, caught a whisper, felt the suppressed sympathy in the atmosphere, as one feels the tingle of electricity in the air before a storm, and began to guess the truth.
When the trained nurse came and gave such careful attention to the treatment of her eyes, she was sure of it.

But she said nothing of her suspicions, and they thought she had none.
One day Lloyd came into the room with a newspaper in her hand.

Eugenia and Joyce followed softly.

Lloyd tried to speak calmly, but there was a suppressed excitement in her voice as she exclaimed, "Betty, I've got the loveliest thing to show you.