"This is Minna, the little girl I told you of. She wanted to see you very much, so we paddled away like a pair of ducks, and here we are," said Miss Grace, gayly; and as she spoke, Lizzie felt soft fingers glide over her face, and a pair of childish lips find and kiss her own. The groping touch, the hearty kiss, made the blind children friends at once, and dropping her flowers, Lizzie hugged the new-comer, trembling with excitement and delight. Then they talked; and how the tongues went as one asked questions and the other answered them, while Miss Grace sat by enjoying the happiness of those who do _not_ forget the poor, but seek them out to save and bless. Minna had been for a year a pupil in the happy school, where she was taught to see with her hands, as one might say; and the tales she told of the good times there made Lizzie cry eagerly,-- "Can I go? Oh, _can_ go?" "Alas, no, not yet," answered Miss Grace, sadly. "I find that children under ten cannot be taken, and there is no place for the little ones unless kind people care for them." Lizzie gave a wail, and hid her face in the pillow, feeling as if she could not bear the dreadful disappointment. Minna comforted her, and Miss Grace went on to say that generous people were trying to get another school for the small children; that all the blind children were working hard to help on the plan; that money was coming in; and soon they hoped to have a pleasant place for every child who needed help. Lizzie’s tears stopped falling as she listened, for hope was not quite gone. "I ’ll not be ten till next June, and I don’t see how I _can_ wait ’most a year. Will the little school be ready ’fore then?" she asked. "I fear not, dear, but I will see that the long waiting is made as easy as possible, and perhaps you can help us in some way," answered Miss Grace, anxious to atone for her mistake in speaking about the school before she had made sure that Lizzie could go. "Oh, I ’d love to help; only I can’t do anything," sighed the child. "You can sing, and that is a lovely way to help. I heard of ’the blind lark,’ as they call you, and when I came to find her, your little voice led me straight to the door of the cage. That door I mean to open, and let you hop out into the sunshine; then, when you are well and strong, I hope you will help us get the home for other little children who else must wait years before _they_ find the light. Will you?" As Miss Grace spoke, it was beautiful to see the clouds lift from Lizzie’s wondering face, till it shone with the sweetest beauty any face can wear,--the happiness of helping others. She forgot her own disappointment in the new hope that came, and held on to the bedpost as if the splendid plan were almost too much for her. "Could I help that way?" she cried. "Would anybody care to hear me sing? Oh, how I ’d love to do anything for the poor little ones who will have to wait."