She heard the Cricket-voice more plainly soon , and was conscious , through her blindness , of the Presence hovering about her father . `` Mary , '' said the Blind Girl , `` tell me what my home is . What it truly is . '' `` It is a poor place , Bertha ; very poor and bare indeed . The house will scarcely keep out wind and rain another winter . It is as roughly shielded from the weather , Bertha , '' Dot continued in a low , clear voice , `` as your poor father in his sackcloth coat . '' The Blind Girl , greatly agitated , rose , and led the Carrier 's little wife aside . `` Those presents that I took such care of ; that came almost at my wish , and were so dearly welcome to me , '' she said , trembling ; `` where did they come from ? Did you send them ? '' `` No . '' `` Who , then ? '' Dot saw she knew already , and was silent . The Blind Girl spread her hands before her face again . But in quite another manner now . `` Dear Mary , a moment . One moment . More this way . Speak softly to me . You are true I know . You 'd not deceive me now ; would you ? ''
`` No , XXXXX , indeed ! ''
Bertha Cricket-voice Girl Mary home house presents sackcloth saw winter