"And I've been blind all that time?"
"Yes."
"But I haven't known I was blind!"
"No."
"I want to go back—I want to go back, where I didn't know—again."
"Nonsense, Keith!" (Susan was beginning to talk more like herself.)
"Go back to be sick? Of course you don't want to go back an' be sick!
Listen!
Don't you worry, an' don't you fret.
Somethin' better is comin' yet.
Somethin' fine! What'll you bet?
It's jest the thing you're wantin' ter get!
Come, come! We're goin' to have you up an' out in no time, now, boy!"
"I don't want to be up and out. I'm blind, Susan."
"An' there's your dad. He'll be mighty glad to know you're better.
I'll call him."