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 went out with Glass-Eye and walked round to the front to look at her lithos.
She 230 dreamed and dreamed, while Glass-Eye went marketing.
“Glass-Eye, my handkerchief,” Lily broke in, suspecting an invitation to supper.
Glass-Eye frightened off the admirers with her fixed 232 stare.
And poor Glass-Eye attended to the bike, at the risk of putting out her other eye.
To-morrow,” she said to Glass-Eye, “to-morrow I will fetch my bike.
Glass-eye knows all: he would have told my brother the hunter.
Did I not myself propose to Glass-eye to procure them a true chase?