wearily, without turning his head.

"What do you say to gettin' up?"

Keith stirred restlessly.

"I was up this morning."

"Ho!" Susan tossed her head disdainfully. "I don't mean THAT way. I
mean up--really up with your clothes on."

The boy shook his head again.

"I couldn't. I--I'm too tired."

"Nonsense! A great boy like you bein' too tired to get up! Why Keith,
it'll do you good. You'll feel lots better when you're up an' dressed
like folks again."

The boy gave a sudden cry.

"That's just it, Susan. Don't you see? I'll never be--like folks
again."

"Nonsense! Jest as if a little thing like bein' blind was goin' to
keep you from bein' like folks again!" Susan was speaking very loudly,
very cheerfully--though with first one hand, then the other, she was
brushing away the hot tears that were rolling down her cheeks. "Why,
Keith, you're goin' to be better than folks--jest common folks. You're
goin' to do the most wonderful things that---"