`` You have your working dress on , and are not so gallant as when you wear the handsome coat ? '' said Bertha , touching him . `` Not quite so gallant , '' answered Caleb . `` Pretty brisk , though . '' `` Father , '' said the Blind Girl , drawing close to his side , and stealing one arm round his neck , `` tell me something about May . She is very fair ? '' `` She is indeed , '' said Caleb . And she was indeed . It was quite a rare thing to Caleb not to have to draw on his invention . `` Her hair is dark , '' said Bertha pensively , `` darker than mine . Her voice is sweet and musical , I know . I have often loved to hear it . Her shape -- '' `` There 's not a Doll 's in all the room to equal it , '' said Caleb . `` And her eyes ! -- '' He stopped ; for Bertha had drawn closer round his neck , and , from the arm that clung about him , came a warning pressure which he understood too well . He coughed a moment , hammered for a moment , and then fell back upon the song about the sparkling bowl , his infallible resource in all such difficulties . `` Our friend , father , our benefactor . I am never tired , you know , of hearing about him . -- Now , was I ever ? '' she said hastily .
`` Of course not , '' answered XXXXX , `` and with reason . ''
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