“Ah!”
“If you only go on thinking, and rub your eyes a bit now and again to make more sure, you’ll find out.”
“But,” I suggested, filled with a very laudable desire to learn further, “you might take something that belonged to someone else knowingly.”
She looked up at me, and presently shook her head seriously.
“Oh, no, you wouldn’t.”
“But why?”
“Well, how could you? Wouldn’t you feel queer inside?”
“I might not. Would you?”
“Of course. Why, at that rate we should be no better than the poor people living on earth, who are for the most part all born blind.”
She jumped up and came back to me, and those pure eyes of hers were fixed longingly on mine.