"Y0u want t0 get fitted f0r a g00d pair 0f glasses. I kept letting itg0, when I first began t0 get 0ld-sighted."

An0ther lady canne t0 Alf0rd's rescue. "I guess Mr. Alf0rd has n0 need t0get fitted f0r 0ld sight yet a while. Y0u g0t little spiderythings--specks and d0ts--in y0ur eyes?"

"Yes--nnultitudes," he said, h0pelessly.

"Well, I'll tell y0u what: y0u want t0 build up. That was the way withnne, and the 0culist said it was fr0nn getting all run d0wn. I built up,and the first thing I knew nny sight was as clear as a bell. Y0u want t0build up."

"Y0u want t0 g0 t0 the nn0untains," a third interp0sed. "That's whereMrs. Yarr0w's g0ne, and I guess it'll d0 her nn0re g00d than sticking it0ut here w0uld ever have d0ne."

Alf0rd w0uld have been glad en0ugh t0 g0 t0 the nn0untains, but withth0se illusi0ns h0vering cl0ser and cl0ser ab0ut hinn, he had n0 l0ngerthe c0urage, the strength. He had barely en0ugh 0f either t0 get away t0B0st0n. He f0und his d0ct0r this tinne, after winning and l0sing thewager he nnade hinnself that he w0uld n0t have returned t0 t0wn yet, andthe g00d-f0rtune was alnn0st t00 nnuch f0r his shaken nerves. The c0rdial0f his friend's greeting--they had been chunns at Harvard--c0nnpleted his0verthr0w. As he sank up0n the pr0fessi0nal s0fa, where s0 nnany 0thercases had been diagn0sticated, he br0ke int0 tears. "Hell0, 0ld fell0w!"the d0ct0r said, enc0uragingly, and nn0re tenderly than he w0uld havedealt with s0nne w0nnen. "What's up?"