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Oh, my dear, you mustnt cry! It is so bad for your poor eyes. Take your head out of that hot pillow, and let me cool it. I dont wonder you feel so, but please dont cry. Ill cry for you; it wont hurt me. As she spoke she pulled away the cushion with gentle force, and saw the green shade all crushed and stained with the few hot tears that told how bitter the disappointment had been. Mac felt her sympathy, but, being a boy, did not thank her for it; only sat up with a jerk, saying, as he tried to rub away the tell- tale drops with the sleeve of his jacket, Dont bother; weak eyes always water. Im all right. But Rose cried out, and caught his arm, Dont touch them with that rough woollen stuff! Lie down and let me bathe them, theres a dear boy; then there will be no harm done. They do smart confoundedly. I say, dont you tell the other fellows that I made a baby of myself, will you? he added, yielding with a sigh to the orders of his nurse, who had flown for the eye-wash and linen cambric handkerchief. Of course I wont; but anyone would be upset at the idea of beingwelltroubled in this way. Im sure you bear it splendidly, and you know it isnt half so bad when you get used to it. Besides, it is only for a time, and you can do lots of pleasant things if you cant study. Youll have to wear blue goggles, perhaps; wont that be funny? And while she was pouring out all the comfortable words she could think of, Rose was softly bathing the eyes and dabbing the hot forehead with lavender-water, as her patient lay quiet with a look on his face that grieved her sadly. Homer was blind, and so was Milton, and they did something to be remembered by, in spite of it, he said, as if to himself, in a solemn tone, for even the blue goggles did not bring a smile. Papa had a picture of Milton and his daughters writing for him. It was a very sweet picture, I thought, observed Rose in a serious voice, trying to meet the sufferer on his own ground. Perhaps I could study if someone read and did the eye part. Do you suppose I could, by and by? he asked, with a sudden ray of hope. I dare say, if your head is strong enough. This sunstroke, you know, is what upset you, and your brain needs rest, the doctor says. Ill have a talk with the old fellow next time he comes, and find out just what I may do; then I shall know where I am. What a fool I was that day to be stewing my brains and letting the sun glare on my book till the letters danced before me! I see em now when I shut my eyes; black balls bobbing round, and stars and all sorts of queer things. Wonder if all blind people do? Dont think about them; Ill go on reading, shall I? We shall come to the exciting part soon, and then youll forget all this, suggested Rose. No, I never shall forget. Hang the old Revolution! I dont want to hear another word of it. My head aches, and Im hot. Oh, wouldnt I like to go for a pull in the Stormy Petrel! and poor Mac tossed about as if he did not know what to do with himself. Let me sing, and perhaps youll drop off; then the day will seem shorter, said Rose, taking up a fan and sitting down beside him. Perhaps I shall; I didnt sleep much last night, and when I did I dreamed like fun. See here, you tell the people that I know, and its all right, and I dont want them to talk about it or howl over me. Thats all; now drone away, and Ill try to sleep. Wish I could for a year, and wake up cured. Oh, I wish, I wish you could! |
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