`` Yes ! loose to the figure ! '' cried the Blind Girl , laughing heartily ; `` and in it , you , dear father , with your merry eye , your smiling face , your free step , and your dark hair -- looking so young and handsome ! '' `` Halloa ! Halloa ! '' said Caleb . `` I shall be vain presently ! '' '' I think you are already , '' cried the Blind Girl , pointing at him in her glee . `` I know you , father ! Ha , ha , ha ! I 've found you out , you see ! '' How different the picture in her mind , from Caleb , as he sat observing her ! She had spoken of his free step . She was right in that . For years and years he had never once crossed that threshold at his own slow pace , but with a footfall counterfeited for her ear ; and never had he , when his heart was heaviest , forgotten the light tread that was to render hers so cheerful and courageous ! Heaven knows ! But I think Caleb 's vague bewilderment of manner may have half originated in his having confused himself about himself and everything around him , for the love of his Blind Daughter . How could the little man be otherwise than bewildered , after labouring for so many years to destroy his own identity , and that of all the objects that had any bearing on it ? `` There we are , '' said Caleb , falling back a pace or two to form the better judgment of his work ; `` as near the real thing as sixpenn ` orth of halfpence is to sixpence . What a pity that the whole front of the house opens at once !
If there was only a staircase in it now , and regular doors XXXXX the rooms to go in at !
about as at for from in of than to with