American messenger . and that I lookedlike a real boy to him. He was awfullynice about it, and before I knew whatI was doing, I had told him aboutTommy and what the doctor had saidabout his eyes. He paused, and Mrs. Armstrongnodded. Yes? she encouraged. And then. Jack continued excitedly,he said that Tommys eyes were mightyimportant things and that we mustntlet them get blind. And I told him thatI guessed we couldnt help it. but hesaid that he guessed he could help itbecause his name was Tompkins and hewas the big doctor over at the he told me that you was to come tothe hospital t
American messenger . and that I lookedlike a real boy to him. He was awfullynice about it, and before I knew whatI was doing, I had told him aboutTommy and what the doctor had saidabout his eyes. He paused, and Mrs. Armstrongnodded. Yes? she encouraged. And then. Jack continued excitedly,he said that Tommys eyes were mightyimportant things and that we mustntlet them get blind. And I told him thatI guessed we couldnt help it. but hesaid that he guessed he could help itbecause his name was Tompkins and hewas the big doctor over at the he told me that you was to come tothe hospital this afternoon at threeoclock, and that he would give Tommyback his eyes again. Jack pauses, suddenly, watching hi?mother to see what effect his wordswould have upon her. He expected herto smile, but instead, she sank suddenlyinto the kitchen chair and cried as if herheart would break. For a moment Jackwatched her. and then his eyes too filledwith tears. Rut they were tears of thegreatest happiness he had ever GRANDMAS SHINING NEEDLE WOVE IN AND OUT. whose shoulders were still shaking con-vulsively. Maw! he said suddenly, there mustbe some way for us to get the money. It was as if he had not spoken. Hismothers head remained bent; rendingsobs shook her slender body. Jack roseand walked over to her side, placing ahand awkwardly on her arm. Maw, he said, dont cry. There was a world of appeal in hisvoice, and his mother, suddenly braveagain, raised her head and smiled pa-thetically. Weli have to do the best we can,Jack, she said, and trust in Godsgoodness to find a way out. Aint there any way we can get themoney? Jack demanded. Wont someone lend it to us? I guess not, son. Men dont lendmoney to people like us. The unfairness of it all swept overJack with startling suddenness. Hismothers brave fight for a livelihood forherself and her two sons, the three longyears since his fathers death, his ownattempts to bear his share of the burden—all these passed through his mind insi
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