`` Homer was blind , and so was Milton , and they did something to be remembered by , in spite of it , '' he said , as if to himself , in a solemn tone , for even the blue goggles did not bring a smile . `` Papa had a picture of Milton and his daughters writing for him . It was a very sweet picture , I thought , '' observed Rose in a serious voice , trying to meet the sufferer on his own ground . `` Perhaps I could study if someone read and did the eye part . Do you suppose I could , by and by ? '' he asked , with a sudden ray of hope . `` I dare say , if your head is strong enough . This sunstroke , you know , is what upset you , and your brain needs rest , the doctor says . '' `` I 'll have a talk with the old fellow next time he comes , and find out just what I may do ; then I shall know where I am . What a fool I was that day to be stewing my brains and letting the sun glare on my book till the letters danced before me ! I see 'em now when I shut my eyes ; black balls bobbing round , and stars and all sorts of queer things . Wonder if all blind people do ? '' `` Do n't think about them ; I 'll go on reading , shall I ? We shall come to the exciting part soon , and then you 'll forget all this , '' suggested Rose . `` No , I never shall forget . Hang the old ` Revolution ' ! I do n't want to hear another word of it . My head aches , and I 'm hot . Oh , would n't I like to go for a pull in the ` Stormy Petrel ! '' ' and poor Mac tossed about as if he did not know what to do with himself .
`` Let me sing , and perhaps you 'll drop off ; then the day will seem shorter , '' said XXXXX , taking up a fan and sitting down beside him .
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