The soft dark calm in which she lived seemed never broken by the troubles of this our troublous world.
She was, as I have said, from her very babyhood a living peace.

And such she was to us all, during those ten struggling years, when our household had much to contend with, much to endure.

If at night her father came home jaded and worn, sickened to the soul by the hard battle he had to fight daily, hourly, with the outside world, Muriel would come softly and creep into his bosom, and he was comforted.

If, busying herself about, doing faithfully her portion too, that the husband when he came in of evenings might find all cheerful and never know how heavy had been the household cares during the day--if, at times, Ursula's voice took too sharp a tone, at sight of Muriel it softened at once.

No one could speak any but soft and sweet words when the blind child was by.
Yet, I think either parent would have looked amazed had any one pitied them for having a blind child.