"It puts me in mind of mother," he said to Miss Ophelia.

"It is true what she told me; if we want to give sight to the blind, we must be willing to do as Christ did,--call them to us, and _put our hands on them_." "I've always had a prejudice against negroes," said Miss Ophelia, "and it's a fact, I never could bear to have that child touch me; but, I don't think she knew it." "Trust any child to find that out," said St.Clare; "there's no keeping it from them.

But I believe that all the trying in the world to benefit a child, and all the substantial favors you can do them, will never excite one emotion of gratitude, while that feeling of repugnance remains in the heart;--it's a queer kind of a fact,--but so it is." "I don't know how I can help it," said Miss Ophelia; "they _are_ disagreeable to me,--this child in particular,--how can I help feeling so ?" "Eva does, it seems." "Well, she's so loving! After all, though, she's no more than Christ-like," said Miss Ophelia; "I wish I were like her.

She might teach me a lesson." "It wouldn't be the first time a little child had been used to instruct an old disciple, if it _were_ so," said St.Clare..