"Then if you're all right, absolutely all right, I'll go out to walk
and get a little fresh air. Now don't move. Don't stir. TRY to go to
sleep if you can. And if you want anything, just ring. I'll put this
little bell right by your hand on the bed; and you must ring if you
want anything, ANYTHING. Then Susan will come and get it for you.
There, the bell's right here. See? Oh, no, no, you CAN'T see!" she
broke off suddenly, with a wailing sob. "Why will I keep talking to
you as if you could?"

"Well, I wish you WOULD talk to me as if I could see," stormed Keith
passionately, sitting upright in bed and flinging out his arms. "I
tell you I don't want to be different! It's because I AM different
that I am so---"

But his aunt, aghast, interrupted him, and pushed him back.

"Oh, Keithie, darling, lie down! You mustn't thrash yourself around
like that," she remonstrated. "Why, you'll make yourself ill. There,
that's better. Now go to sleep. I'm going out before you can talk any
more, and get yourself all worked up again," she finished, hurrying
out of the room with the breakfast tray.

A little later in the kitchen she faced Susan a bit haughtily.

"Master Keith is going to sleep," she said, putting down the breakfast
tray. "I have left a bell within reach of his hand, and he will call
you if he wants anything. I am going out to get a little air."

"All right, ma'am." Susan kept right on with the dish she was drying.