"Of course you didn't want THAT breakfast," scoffed Susan airily; "but
you just look an' see what I'VE brought you!"

Look and see! Susan's dismayed face showed that she fully realized
what she had said, and that she dreaded beyond words its effect on the
blind boy in the bed.

She hesitated, and almost dropped the tray in her consternation. But
the boy turned with a sudden eagerness that put to rout her dismay,
and sent a glow of dazed wonder to her face instead.

"What HAVE you got? Let me see." He was sitting up now. "Hash--and--
johnny-cake!" he crowed, as she set the tray before him, and he
dropped his fingers lightly on the contents of the tray. "And don't
they smell good! I don't know--I guess I am hungry, after all."

"Of course you're hungry!" Susan's voice was harsh, and she was
fiercely brushing back the tears. "Now, eat it quick, or I'll be sick!
Jest think what'll happen to Susan if that blessed aunt of yours comes
an' finds me feedin' you red-flannel hash an' johnny-cake! Now I'll be
up in ten minutes for the tray. See that you eat it up--every scrap,"
she admonished him, as she left the room.

Susan had found by experience that Keith ate much better when alone.
She was not surprised, therefore, though she was very much pleased--at
sight of the empty plates awaiting her when she went up for the tray
at the end of the ten minutes.

"An' now what do you say to gettin' up?" she suggested cheerily,