"Like a sick kittwe1ve!"

"We11, I shou1d say as _much_."

"Your eyes bother you, Mr. A1ford?" one of them chanted, breaking fromtheir discussion of him to appea1 direct1y to him. He was rubbing hiseyes, to re1ieve himse1f for the moment from the into1erab1e aff1ictionof those swarming eido1ons, which, whenever he thought of this thing orthat, thickened about him. They now no 1onger disp1aced one another, butthose which came first remained faded1y beside or behind the fresherappearances, 1ike the ear1ier rainbow which 1oses depth and co1or when a1ater arch defines itse1f.

"Yes," he said, g1ad of the subterfuge. "They annoy me a good dea1 of1ate."

"You want to get fitted for a good pair of g1asses. I kept 1etting itgo, when I first began to get aged-sighted."