"Let me think! Oh I know! it’s one more than I am years old. Eighteen altogether, Mrs. Shelfer; if you count the apothecary’s boy, and the nephew of the library; but then they were all of them boys, papa’s pupils and that, a deal too young for me. They were all going to die, when I refused them; but they are all alive so far, at any rate. Isn’t it too bad of them?" "Well, Miss Idols, if you get as good a husband as you deserve, and that is saying a deal, he’ll tie your shoe may be for a month, and then he’ll look for you to tie his." "And long he may look, even if he has shellfish in his eyes. Why look, Mrs. Shelfer, they’re all crawling about!" "Bootiful, isn’t it? Bootiful! I wish Miss Valence could see them. And look at the horns they goes routing about with! How they must tickle your eyelids. And what coorious eyes they has! Ah, I often think, Miss Idols, I likes this sort of thing so much, what a pity it is as I wasn’t born in the country. I should never be tired of watching the snails, and the earywigs, and the tadpoles. Why, I likes nothing better than to see them stump-legged things come to table in the cabbage. I have not seen one now for ever so long. Oh that Charley, what dreadful lies he do tell!" "What about, Mrs. Shelfer?" "Why, my good friend, he says them green things with stripes on, and ever so many legs, turns to live butterflies, after they be dead. But I was too many for him there. Yes, yes. The last one as I boiled, I did not say a word about it to him, but I put it by in a chiney-teacup, with the saucer over, in case it should fly away. Bless your heart, young ladies, there it is now, as quiet as anything, and no signs of a butterfly. And when he tells me any lies, about where he was last night, I just goes to the cupboard, and shows him that; and never another word can he say. And so, Miss Valence, you won’t try these little snails, after my journey and all!" "Of course I won’t, Mrs. Shelfer. But I am sincerely obliged to you for your trouble, as well as for all your kind nursing, which I can never forget. Now let me buy those shellfish from you, and Miss Isola will take them as a present to her papa." "No, no, unless he will put them in his eyes, Miss. I won’t have them wasted. Charley will sell them again in no time. He knows lots of sailors. Most likely he’ll get up a raffle for them, and win them himself." Away she hurries to take off the bonnet she has been so proud of, for the last two and twenty years. Though I declined the services of the ophthalmist snails, my sight returned very rapidly. How delicious it was to see more and more every day! Plenty of cold water was the present regimen. Vision is less a vision, every time I use it. In a week more, I can see quite well, though obliged to wear a shade.