"What's the matter, Mother?"
"I can't see with these glasses," she said, fretfully. "I can see a lot better without 'em than I can with 'em."
"Have you wiped them?"
"Yes, I've wiped 'em till it's a wonder the polish ain't all wore off the glass."
"Put them up close to your eyes instead of wearing them so far down on your nose."
"I've tried that, but the closer they get to my eyes, the more I can't see. The further away they are, the better 't is. When I have 'em off, I can see pretty good."
"Then why don't you take them off?"
"That sounds just like your pa. Do you suppose, after payin' seven dollars and ninety cents for these glasses, and more'n twice as much for my gold-bowed ones, that I ain't goin' to use 'em and get the benefit of 'em? Your pa never had no notion of economy. They're just as good as they ever was, and I reckon I'll wear 'em out, if I live."
"But, Mother, your eyes may have changed. They probably have."