Blind Girl, or, The Story of Little Vendla . llat the parsonage without a single tear, and wasnot even overcome when Stina lifted her intothe carriage, as if she had been a baby, andkissed her like a loving mother, instead of arough old servant, who generally tried to pre-tend she had no feelings at all. Mamma andthe children stood on the steps to wave theirfarewells when their voices could no longer beheard. See ! see, Yendla ! Now we shall turn, andthis is our last chance for a good-bye ! saidHagbard, forgetting in his excitement Vendlasmisfortune. Vendla suppressed the pettish I cant see wh
Blind Girl, or, The Story of Little Vendla . llat the parsonage without a single tear, and wasnot even overcome when Stina lifted her intothe carriage, as if she had been a baby, andkissed her like a loving mother, instead of arough old servant, who generally tried to pre-tend she had no feelings at all. Mamma andthe children stood on the steps to wave theirfarewells when their voices could no longer beheard. See ! see, Yendla ! Now we shall turn, andthis is our last chance for a good-bye ! saidHagbard, forgetting in his excitement Vendlasmisfortune. Vendla suppressed the pettish I cant see which sprang to her lips, and silently benttowards the window. The pastors kind armwent round her as if to settle her more firmly LEAVING HOME. 133 on the seat. She appreciated the tender littlemovement. How was it he always understoodher, and had such a sweet way of expressinghis sympathy ? There were many who were poor and blind,but few had found such kind friends in theirtrouble. And Vendlas sad thoughts werechanged to hearty CHAPTER XIII. PAP AS SECRET. r~T is so lonely without Hagbard andVendla, said Guda to Ingeborg whenthey were fairly shut in by the firstsnows of winter. Lonely ! I should think so ! exclaimedIngeborg; and papa always studying andwriting. He never seems to have time tohave fun with us as he used to—at leastnot very often. Ill tell you what it is,Guda, papa is learning real lessons! Hesstudying just as we do, and I heard mammasay something to him about an wonder who knows enough to examinepapa ? papas secret. 135 I suppose it must be the king, ponderedGuda, her eyes open with wonder. Its much more likely the bishop, saidIngeborg. Theres been something privateever since the count and the bishop dinedhere that day so long ago. I have felt it allalong. Ill ask mamma all about it, said Guda. I would, said Ingeborg, quite willing thatGuda should take the straightforward way ofgetting at the secret. Mamma made no mys-tery out of the
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