`` Poor devil ! '' Having delivered himself of which remark with infinite contempt , old Gruff and Tackleton withdrew . Bertha remained where he had left her , lost in meditation . The gaiety had vanished from her downcast face , and it was very sad . Three or four times she shook her head , as if bewailing some remembrance or some loss ; but her sorrowful reflections found no vent in words . It was not until Caleb had been occupied some time in yoking a team of horses to a waggon by the summary process of nailing the harness to the vital parts of their bodies , that she drew near to his working-stool , and , sitting down beside him , said : `` Father , I am lonely in the dark . I want my eyes , my patient , willing eyes . '' `` Here they are , '' said Caleb . `` Always ready . They are more yours than mine , Bertha , any hour in the four-and-twenty . What shall your eyes do for you , dear ? '' `` Look round the room , father . '' `` All right , '' said Caleb . `` No sooner said than done , Bertha . '' `` Tell me about it . '' `` It 's much the same as usual , '' said Caleb . `` Homely , but very snug . The gay colours on the walls ; the bright flowers on the plates and dishes ; the shining wood , where there are beams or panels ; the general cheerfulness and neatness of the building , -- make it very pretty . '' Cheerful and neat it was , wherever Bertha 's hands could busy themselves . But nowhere else were cheerfulness and neatness possible in the old crazy shed which Caleb 's fancy so transformed .
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