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“U-m-m,” said the Blinded Lady. “That is pretty! And spirited too!–But–But it doesn’t exactly warm the heart.–And no one but a boy, anyway, would want to think about soldiers every day.–Read the next one!” said the Blinded Lady.

“Oh all right,” said my Father. “Here’s the last one.”

“Read it!” said the Blinded Lady.

“I’m trying to!” said my Father. He cleared his throat and put on his eye-glasses all over again. “Ahem!” he said.

“The most beautifulest thing I’ve ever seen in all my life
is my Mother’s face. It’s so—-“

“What?” cried my Mother.

My Father looked at her across the top of his glasses. He smiled. “Your face!” he said.

“W–what?” stammered my Mother.

My Father cleared his throat and began all over again.

The most beautifulest thing I’ve ever seen in all my life is
my Mother’s face! It’s so pleasant! It tries to make
everything so pleasant! When you go away it smiles you away!
When you come home it smiles you home! When you’re sick it
smiles you well! When you’re bad it smiles you good! It’s so
pretty too! It has soft hair all full of little curls! It
has brown eyes! It has the sweetest ears!–It has a little
hat! The jolliest little hat! All trimmed with do-dabs! And
teeny pink roses! And there’s a silver ribbon on it! And—-

“My Mother had a hat like that!” cried the Blinded Lady.

“Did she?” said my Mother. Her face still looked pretty queer and surprised.

The Blinded Lady perked way forward in her chair. She seemed all out of breath. She talked so fast it almost choked her!

“Yes! Just exactly like that!” cried the Blinded Lady. “My Mother bought it in Boston! It cost three dollars! My Father thought it was an awful price!–She wore it with a lavender dress all sprigged with yellow leaves! She looked like an angel in it! She was an angel! Her hair was brown too!–I haven’t thought of it for ages!–And all full of little curls! She had the kindest smile! The minister said it was worth any two of his sermons! And when folks were sick she went anywhere to help them! Anywhere!–She went twenty miles once! We drove the old white horse! I can see it all! My brothers’ and sisters’ faces at the window waving good-bye! My father cautioning us through his long gray beard not to drive too fast!–The dark shady wood’s road! The little bright meadows!–A blue bird that flashed across our heads at the watering trough! The gay village streets! A red plaid ribbon in a shop window! The patch on a peddler’s shoe! The great hills over beyond!–There was hills all around us!–My sister Amy married a man from way over beyond! He was different from us! His father sailed the seas! He brought us dishes and fans from China! When my sister Amy was married she wore a white crepe shawl. There was a peacock embroidered in one corner of it! It was pretty! We curled her hair! There were yellow roses in bloom! There was a blue larkspur!—-“

The Blinded Lady sank back in her chair. She gave a funny little gasp.

“I remember!” she gasped. “The Young Man’s eyes were blue! His teeth were like pearls! When he asked the way to the trout brook he laughed and said—-“

The Blinded Lady’s cheeks got all pink. She clapped her hands. She sank back into her Skirts. Her eyes looked awful queer.

“I see everything!” she cried. “Everything!–Give the Peacock Feather Fan to the Magician!”

Rosalee looked at Carol. Carol looked at me. I looked at Rosalee.

“To the Magician?” said my Father.

“To the Magician?” said my Mother.

“To the Young Darling who wrote about her Mother’s Face!” thumped the Blinded Lady.

My Father twisted his mouth.

“Will the ‘Young Darling’ who wrote about her Mother’s Face please come forward–and get the Peacock Feather Fan!” said my Father.