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"Oh, Keithie, are you well enough, dear? Are you sure you are strong enough? I'm sure you must be ill this morning. You haven't eaten a bit of breakfast. And if anything should happen to you when you were in MY care " "Of course I'm well enough," insisted the boy irritably. "Then I'll get your clothes, dear, and help you dress, if you will be careful not to overdo." "I don't want any help."
Susan laughed good-humoredly. "Lan' sakes, child, I don't know, only I jest can't help it. Why, everything inside of me jest swings along to a regular tune kind of keeps time, like. It's always been so. Why, Keithie, boy, it's been my joy There, you see jest like that! I didn't know that was comin'. It jest jest came. That's all. I can make a rhyme 'most any time.
All them fellers them fellers that was blind an' wrote books an' give lecturin's an' made things perfectly wonderful things with their hands how much do you s'pose they would have done if they'd had a woman 'round who said, 'Here, let me do it; oh, you mustn't do that, Keithie, dear! every time they lifted a hand to brush away a hair that was ticklin' their nose?" "Oh, Susan!" "Well, it's 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.
"Why, Keithie, you'll HAVE to have some one help you. How do you suppose your poor blind eyes are going to let you dress yourself all alone, when you can't see a thing? Why, dear child, you'll have to have help now about everything you do. Now I'll get your clothes. Where are they, dear? In this closet?" "I don't know. I don't want 'em. I I've decided I don't want to get up, after all."
The terseness of Susan's reply and the expression on her face showed that the emphasis on the "Master" was not lost upon her. "Very well, then, that will do. You may go. I will help him dress." "I don't want any help," declared Keith. "Why, Keithie, darling, of course you want help! You forget, dear, you can't see now, and " "Oh, no, I don't forget," cut in Keith bitterly.
Another shipment of food had to be sent out that night and she did not expect to get to bed till well into the small hours. Keith was on hand when she awakened to beg for permission to go out to the fire. "I'll carry water, Joy, to the men. Some one's got to carry it, ain't they, 'n' if I don't mebbe a man'll haf to." The young mother shook her head decisively. "No, Keithie, you're too little.
Then, with an inarticulate grunt, he turned away. But Mazie was not to be so easily thwarted. With a mere flit of her hand she tossed aside a score of years, and became instantly nothing more than a wheedling little girl coaxing a playmate. "Aw, Keithie, don't get mad! I was only fooling. Say, tell me, HAVE you been up to Uncle Joe Harrington's?"
There was a choking cry, a swift rush of feet, then Mrs. Colebrook, on her knees, was sobbing at the bedside. "Oh, Keithie, Keithie, my poor blind boy! What will you do? How will you ever live? Never to see again, never to see again! Oh, my poor boy, my poor blind boy!" Susan, at the door, flung both hands above her head, then plunged down the stairs. "Fool!
Then one day there entered into the case a brand-new element, a dainty element in white muslin and fluttering blue ribbons Mazie Sanborn and Dorothy Parkman. "We heard Keithie was lots better and up and dressed now," chirped Mazie, when Susan answered her ring; "and so we've brought him some flowers. Please can't we see him?" Susan hesitated.
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