Susette and her Troubles. 119

 

been little short of starvation for
them all this long time. Then I
let her hurry on to tell them at
home who was coming. Such a
sweet hill-side village as I cannot
hope to make my little English
birds understand, with its pretty
chalets lying against the rock, and
the bushy trees shooting out of the
cliff above and around them. I
went up to the one pointed out to
me, and there, lying on a heap of
rags, was Susette’s little blind sister,
that she has often talked to you
about. Dear little patient thing!
turning her large, dark, sightless
eyes towards me with such a bright