"I'd be glad to have help. No; I don't know about the eye, as one who has made it the study of his life must know it. If Jabez could only pick up a little strength I would take him to Boston, and hear what Dr Blake would have to say about him. It would be too great a risk just now." "Send for Dr Blake--why can't you?" said Mr Swift. Dr Everett shook his head. "I should like to. But it would cost a good deal; and Deacon Ainsworth is not a rich man." "Send for him. I'll stand the fee." "It may be a big one." "It won't cost more than my boy's funeral would have done," said Mr Swift huskily. "Jabez saved me that, they say." It was a queer way to put it, Dr Everett thought. Mr Swift went on-- "I'll go on to Boston and fetch him straight on here. Days are precious when a man's eyesight is to be considered." And he was as good as his word. Dr Everett saw him in a little while driving his sleigh at a great pace, over half-bare roads, in order to catch the afternoon train. "He is something more than just a rich man," said he to himself, "though I never thought it before." The next day Dr Blake came. He was an old man to look at, but he spoke like a young man, and had the quick, cheerful ways of youth; and he had wonderful bright eyes of his own. He saw a good deal more in Deacon Ainsworth's house than the eyes of Jabez, which he had come to see, and his prescription went beyond them. He spoke encouragingly of the eyes, and gave a word of advice about other matters. Jabez was to do his best to get strong and well, and he must be cheerful and hopeful. Nothing was so bad for a fellow as letting himself be downhearted. His eyesight was safe, as the doctor believed, but it would depend on the state of the patient's general health as to how soon and how rapid the change for the better in the eyes would be--and so on. To Dr Everett he said-- "A solemn sort of place, Deacon Ainsworth's house, isn't it? The lad ought to get a change. Is there nowhere you could send him after a little while?" He said this at Dr Everett's tea-table, where on that occasion Fidelia was seated with the rest. "Let Eunice have him for a little while," said she to Dr Everett. "All right," said he, and explained the situation to Dr Blake. "I have no doubt such a change will do all that can be wished, if Miss Eunice is at all like her sister," said he politely.