Near-sightedness! Keith caught at the straw and held to it fiercely.
Near-sightedness! Of course, it was that, and not blindness, like
Uncle Joe's at all. Didn't dad know? Of course, he did! Still, if it
was near-sightedness he ought to be able to see near to; and yet it
was just as blurred--But, then, of course it WAS near-sightedness. Dad
said it was.

They went to the optician's the next morning. It seemed there was an
oculist, too, and he had to be seen. When the lengthy and arduous
examinations were concluded, Keith drew a long breath. Surely now,
after all that--

Just what they said Keith did not know. He knew only that he did not
get any glasses, and that his father was very angry, and very much put
out about something, and that he kept declaring that these old idiots
didn't know their business, anyway, and the only thing to do was to go
to Boston where there was somebody who DID know his business.

They went to Boston a few days later. It was not a long journey, but
Keith hailed it with delight, and was very much excited over the
prospect of it. Still, he did not enjoy it very well, for with his
father he had to go from one doctor to another, and none of them
seemed really to understand his business--that is, not well enough to
satisfy his father, else why did he go to so many? And there did not
seem to be anywhere any glasses that would do any good.

Keith began to worry then, for fear that his father had been wrong,
and that it was not near-sightedness after all. He could not forget
Uncle Joe--and Uncle Joe had not been able to find any glasses that
did any good. Besides, he heard his father and the doctors talking a