"I will, then," said Joby; and he walked over to Penryn again the
very next market-day.

"'Cure your eyes,' is it?" said Tommy Warne. "Why, to be sure I can.
Why didn't you ax me afore? I thought you _liked_ squintin'."

"I don't, then; I hate it."

"Very well; you shall see straight this very night if you do what I
tell you. Go home and tell your wife to make your bed on the roof of
the four-poster; and she must make it widdershins, turnin' bed-tie
and all against the sun, and puttin' the pillow where the feet come
as a rule. That's all."

"Fancy my never thinkin' of anything so simple as that!" said Joby.
He went home and told his wife. She made his bed on the roof of the
four-poster, and widdershins, as he ordered; and they slept that
night, the wife as usual, and Joby up close to the rafters.

But scarcely had Joby closed an eye before there came a rousing knock
at the door, and in walked Joby's eldest brother, the sea-captain,
that he hadn't seen for years.

"Get up, Joby, and come along with me if you want that eye of yours
mended."

"Thank you, Sam, it's curin' very easy and nice, and I hope you won't
disturb me."