"Why she?" interrupted Sunlocks.
Jason paused, and said, "Have you anything against her?"
"No indeed," said Sunlocks. "A good, true woman. One who lately lost her husband, and at the same time all the cheer and hope of life. Simple and sweet, and silent, and with a voice that recalls another who was once very near and dear to me."
"Is she not so still?" said Jason.
"God knows. I scarce can tell. Sometimes I think she is dearer to me than ever, and now that I am blind I seem to see her near me always. It is only a dream, a foolish dream."
"But what if the dream came true?" said Jason.
"That cannot be," said Sunlocks. "Yet where is she? What has become of her? Is she with her father? What is she doing?"
"You shall soon know now," said Jason. "Only ask to-morrow and this good woman wil
