"You have such strange fancies nowadays." "Strange fancies, child!" echoed the afflicted man, lifting his grey, expressionless face to hers.

"A blind man has always vague, suspicious, and black forebodings engendered by the darkness and loneliness of his life.

I am no exception," he sighed.

"I think ever of the might-have-beens." "No, dear," exclaimed the girl, bending until her lips touched his white brow softly.

"Forget it all, dear old dad.