blind--he's blind--he's blind.' I tell you, Susan, I can't stand it. I
can't--I can't! I want to go back. I want to go back to where I
didn't--KNOW!"

The nurse came in then, and of course Susan was banished in disgrace.
Of course, too, Keith was almost in hysterics, and his fever had gone
away up again. He still talked in a high, shrill voice, and still
thrashed his arms wildly about, till the little white powder the nurse
gave him got in its blessed work. And then he slept.

Keith was entirely conscious the next day when Susan came in to sit
with him while the nurse took her rest. But it was a very different
Keith. It was a weary, spent, nerveless Keith that lay back on the
pillow with scarcely so much as the flutter of an eyelid to show life.

"Is there anything I can get you, Keith?" she asked, when a long-drawn
sigh convinced her that he was awake.

Only a faint shake of the head answered her.

"The doctor says you're lots better, Keith."

There was no sort of reply to this; and for another long minute Susan
sat tense and motionless, watching the boy's face. Then, with almost a
guilty look over her shoulder, she stammered:

"Keith, I don't want you to talk to me, but I do wish you'd just SPEAK
to me."

But Keith only shook his head again faintly and turned his face away