She smiled again. "It is a good strong hand. You are quite tall, aren't you?" "Almost six feet." "And broad, too?" "Rather, I believe." He tried to speak lightly, but a hard lump was gathering in his throat. For he knew what was wrong with that smile. She was blind. "I am glad of that." She nodded brightly. "I am very fond of large men. It has been my cross that Jonathan took his size from me and not from his father. I could walk under his arm and not even graze his sleeve." She drew him down beside her. "Do you mind if I touch your face?" "It isn't much of a face, you know." But that lump was very stubborn. She reached up and passed both hands over his face, a light caressing touch he scarcely felt. "Now," she smiled, "I see you. You are quite mistaken. It is a good true face and I like it very much. Ah!" She had touched his lashes. "You are feeling sorry for me. But you must not," she chided gently. "I don't like people to be sorry for me." To that David had no answer. But on an impulse--or it may have been an inspiration--as the little hands left his face, he brushed one lightly with his lips. She beamed--always with that pathetic lack--just as Jonathan did when something pleased him. "That was very pretty." She nodded again. "I see I am to like Jonathan's new friend very much. You know, you have quite won him. He talks of you all the time. You like him, do you not?" The smile had become quite wistful. "Better all the time," David answered promptly and with truth. "I am glad of that. And it is good of you to come here. We have so few visitors--I suppose," she sighed, "because we aren't very interesting. I am afraid Jonathan gets very lonely sometimes, having to spend most of his evenings here with no one but me. Not," she made haste to add, "that he isn't always good to me." "I think he is good to every one." "You have found that out? It is because he had a great disappointment once, I think." "One would never guess that." "No. Of course, when one has had a disappointment or been made to suffer, one makes up for that by trying to make the world brighter for others." "It seems," said David, "that some people do that." "He wanted to play the violin professionally. He had studied hard and his teachers said that he had talent. But his father forbade it. He said it wasn't a man's work to fiddle in public. My husband," she sighed, "was a very firm man and wanted Jonathan to learn the business. So Jonathan went to the technical school here and studied engineering. Jonathan," she added proudly, "had been well brought up and knew that his parents were wiser than he." "I see," said David.