If I were you I'd be so stuck up I wouldn't speak to common people that can't have verses published in the papah." "But--oh--if you couldn't--_see_--it!" Betty's words came in choking little gasps.

She paused a moment and turned her face away, swallowing hard.

Then she went on more calmly.
"Wasn't it queer that I should have written about Night, just before mine begun?
That the only thing I shall ever have published should be called that?
My long, long night! But there are no stars in this night.
Lloyd, it's awful to think you'll always be in the dark!" Lloyd turned with a startled glance to the other girls.
"I--I don't know what you mean," she stammered.
"Yes, you do," insisted Betty.

"What you've been trying to keep from me, all of you, that I am always going to be--_blind_!" She ended the sentence with a little shiver, and, choking with sobs, turned her face to the wall.

At a sign from the nurse, Lloyd slipped away and ran to her mother's room.