"There is one on
this side leading to the piano, and one here to the window. Now how
should you know them apart?"
"They are brown, purple, and orange," replied the doctor.
"Yes," said Garth. "You know them by the colours, but I distinguish
them by a slight difference in the thickness and in the texture,
which you could not see, but which I can feel. And I enjoy thinking
of the colours, too. And sometimes I wear ties and things to match
them. You see, I know exactly how they look; and it was so like her
to remember that. An ordinary nurse would have put red, green, and
blue, and I should have sat and hated the thought of them knowing
how vilely they must be clashing with my Persian carpet. But she
understands how much colours mean to me, even though I cannot see
them."
"I conclude that by 'she' you mean Nurse Rosemary," said the doctor.
"I am glad she is a success."
"A success!" exclaimed Garth. "Why, she helped me to live again! I
am ashamed to remember how at the bottom of all things I was when
you came up before, Brand,--just pounding the wall, as old Robbie
expresses it.
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