No one could tell what dusty and delightful occupation might turn up during an afternoon at Cobhurst.
"Its eye does look as if it were dead," she exclaimed.

"What a pity!" "Oh, you can't tell by that eye," said Miriam, over whose cheeks a few tears were now running.

"Dr.Tolbridge says it has infantile ophthalmia in that eye, but that as soon as it gets strong enough, he can cure it.
We must turn up its other eye." She took the little creature's head in her lap, with the practicable eye uppermost.

This slowly rolled in its socket, as she bent over it.
"There is life in it yet," she cried; "give me the bottle." The calf slowly rolled its eye to the position from which it had just moved, and declined to consider food.
"Oh, it must drink; we must make it drink," said Miriam.

"If I open its mouth, will you put in the end of that tube?
If it gets a taste of the milk, it may want more.