Louisa May Alcott,
The Mysterious Key and What It Opened…
(1867)
“ So abashed was she that Hester's call was unheard, and Hester was unseen as she came and stood beside her. Both looked a moment, and as they looked an old lady came from the house and led Helen in, still murmuring her monotonous song and moving her hands as if to catch and hold the sunshine."Poor dear, poor dear. No wonder Paul turns sad and won't talk of her, and that she don't see anyone," sighed Hester pitifully."What is it? I see, but don't understand," whispered Lillian."She's an innocent, deary, an idiot, though that's a hard word for a pretty creature like her." ”
