You know he has given you hope.

If you are careful you won't lose your sight altogether; and if his glasses cure your headaches it will be a great thing." "I don't call it much hope," said Marilla bitterly.

"What am I to live for if I can't read or sew or do anything like that?
I might as well be blind--or dead.

And as for crying, I can't help that when I get lonesome.

But there, it's no good talking about it.