"Blind! blind! Oh, Robin, I wish I was dead!" Lucy had exclaimed, when
they told her the sad news, and with a bitter cry she threw herself
beside her brother on his little bed and sobbed piteously. "Oh, Robbie,
Robbie, you must not be blind! Can't you see me just a little? Try,
Robbie. You must see me; _you must_."
Slowly the lids unclosed, and the sightless eyes turned upward toward
the white face above them, and then Lucy saw there was no hope; the
beautiful blue she had so envied in her wicked moods, was burned out,
leaving only a blood-shot, whitish mass which would never again in this
world see her or any other object.
"No, shister," the little boy said, "I tan't see 'oo now. It 'marts some
yet, but bime by I see 'oo. Don't ty;" and the little hand was raised
and groped to find the bowed head of the girl weeping in such agony
beside him.
"What for 'oo ty so? I see 'oo bime by," he persisted, as Lucy made no
reply, but wept on until her strength was exhausted and she was taken
from the room in a state of unconsciousness, which resulted in a low
nervous fever, from which she did not recover until Robbie was as well
as he ever would be, and his voice was heard again through the house in
baby laughter, for he had not yet learned what it was to be blind and
helpless.
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