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MAN who lived alone (for he did not get on well with his
family) was sitting in his room one day, thinking gloomy
"I cannot see so well as I used," he said to himself.
"I can hardly see to do my work. It is evident that
my eyes are growing dim. Probably I shall be blind before
long, and unable to do any work; and then I must starve to
death, or go to the almshouse. Perhaps it will be better
for me to go there now, while I can yet see a little."
Just then his neighbor, who was a stirring woman, came in
to pass the time of day and ask for his health.
"Why do you sit here," she asked, "looking like beanstalks
So the man told her his thoughts: how his
eyes were failing, and he could hardly
 see to do his work, and he must starve or go to the
almshouse; and while he was talking she bustled about the
room, drawing water, and rummaging among the cloths in the
drawer of the dresser.
When he had finished talking, "Man alive," she said, "your
windows are dirty; that is all the matter."
So she washed the windows.
"There!" she said, and went about her business.
"Dear me!" said the man, "how this glare hurts my eyes!
They must be weaker than I thought."