And when he asked her what she meant, she said it was Dr.
Anderson and Mrs.Whitney.That anybody could see it that wasn't as blind as a bat.
My, but wasn't I excited?
I just guess I was.

And, of course, I saw then that I had been blind as a bat.

But I began to open my eyes after that, and watch--not disagreeably, you know, but just glad and interested, and on account of the book.
And I saw: That father stayed in the house a lot more than he used to.
That he talked more.
That he never thundered--I mean spoke stern and uncompromising to Cousin Grace the way he used to to Aunt Jane.
That he smiled more.
That he wasn't so absent-minded at meals and other times, but seemed to know we were there--Cousin Grace and I.
That he actually asked Cousin Grace and me to play for him several times.
That he went with us to the Sunday-School picnic.

(I never saw Father at a picnic before, and I don't believe he ever saw himself at one.) That--oh, I don't know, but a whole lot of little things that I can't remember; but they were all unmistakable, very unmistakable.

And I wondered, when I saw it all, that I _had_ been as blind as a bat before.
Of course, I was glad--glad he's going to marry her, I mean.