Oh, I see! Well, I don’t even want anything, only that Dannie can get his eyes fixed. Just think, Rosie, if he could come home able to look at us. Wouldn’t that be grand, now?
Rosie:
Oh, dear! Oh, boo-hoo-hoo! [Rubs eyes.] Boo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Katie:
[putting arm about her] W’y, Rosie, dear, what’s the matter? Is it sick you are? Does your stummick hurt, Rosie?
Rosie:
Oh, Katie, w-w-what if—if— [sobs] Dannie can see an’ he don’t think I’m pretty? I—I’ve got—freckles on my nose.
Katie:
[patting her] Now don’t you be worrying ’bout freckles—they don’t hardly show a mite, honest. Dannie will think you look pretty, even if you ain’t, but you are.
Rosie: