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 As she finished the last line, she leaned gently forward and kissed his lips.

"Wake up, Little Boy," she whispered. "Wake up. It is morning. You have been sleeping long enough."

Slowly Scobee opened his eyes and gazed about him. His eyes were almost dazzled by the warm sun that was pouring in through the window in a riot of gold. It was morning and he could see again! He sprang from his bed.

For months he had been plunged in darkness, living in the Sad Country of the blind. And now once more vision had been granted