“Glass-Eye, my handkerchief,” Lily broke in, suspecting an invitation to supper.
Glass-Eye did not ask that, would have given her other eye to serve Miss Lily.
And Lily put out her hand to lay hold of a boot; but Glass-Eye was gone.
She 230 dreamed and dreamed, while Glass-Eye went marketing.
She went out with Glass-Eye and walked round to the front to look at her lithos.