there were living people behind the blind! It was all beautiful, joy-giving.

The thought of her mother fidgeting for her return home was delightful.

The thought of Mr.Cannon and Miss Gailey, separated during many years, and now destined to some kind of reconciliation was indescribably touching, and beautiful in a way that she could not define.
"I was only thinking the other day," said Mr.Cannon, treating her as an equal in years and wisdom--"I was only thinking I'd got the very thing for my half-sister--the very opening for her--a chance in a thousand, if only she'd..." It was unnecessary for him to finish the sentence.
"And is it too late now ?" Hilda asked eagerly.
"No," he said.

"It isn't too late.

I shall go round and see her to-morrow morning first thing.