“What stuff?” said the old man.
“That stuff you used to keep in the blue bottle in the corner cupboard.”
“How did you know I kept stuff in that corner cupboard?”
“Because I looked,” said the girl pertly. “Then I won’t have you look in my cupboards. I—”
“Why not?” said Dally calmly. “There, I know, gran’fa, most everything you’ve got. Now, tell me, what have you done with that bottle that you used to use for your eyes?”
“Poured it away, and put the bottle in the fire.”
“Oh, gran’fa!”
“My eyes are right enough now, and I didn’t want to go some night in the dark—candles cost money, Dally—and take the wrong stuff. Doctor gives me some drops in a little bottle, and I shouldn’t ha’ liked to make a mistake.”
“And you’ve thrown it all away?” said the girl in a disappointed tone.
“Ay, my gel. It was poison, only to use outside, and you wouldn’t ha’ liked your poor old gran’fa to make a mistake?”