It was a most joyful
meeting between the two young girls, Nina clinging to Edith as if
fearful of losing her again, if by chance she should release her
hold.
Arthur did not tell Edith how much he had missed her, but Nina
did, and when she saw the color deepen on Edith's cheeks she
added, "You love him, don't you, Miggie?"
"I love every body, I hope," returned the blushing Edith, as she
led her guests into the room where Richard was sitting.
At sight of the blind man Nina started, and clasping her hands
together, stood regarding him fixedly, while a look of perplexity
deepened upon her face.
"Speak to her, Edith," whispered Arthur, but ere Edith could
comply with his request, Nina's lips parted and she said, "YOU DID
DO IT, DIDN'T YOU?"
"Whose voice was that?" and Richard started forward.
It's Nina, Mr. Harrington; pretty Nina Bernard; and Edith came to
the rescue.
"She has a sweet, familiar voice," said Richard, "Come to me,
little one, will you?"
He evidently thought her a child, for in her statement Edith had
not mentioned her age, and Richard had somehow received the
impression that she was very young.
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