She stood a moment, looking out of the open window, and thinking of the year that had gone by since she last stood in that room.

Many a long and perilous mile she had travelled, but here she was back in safety, and instead of bandaged eyes and the horror of blindness hovering over her, she was able to look out on the beautiful world with strong, far-seeing sight.
The drudgery of the Cuckoo's Nest was far behind her now, and the bare little room under the eaves.

Henceforth this was to be her home.

She remembered the day in the church when her godmother's invitation to the house party reached her, and just as she had knelt then in front of the narrow, bench-like altar, she knelt now, beside the little white bed.
Now, as then, the late afternoon sun streamed across her brown curls and shining face, and "_Thank you, dear God_," came in the same grateful whisper from the depths of the same glad little heart.
"Betty! Betty!" called Lloyd, under her window.

"Come and take a run over the place.