CHAPTER XII.
A NEW SCHEME.
I have said that Willie's father and mother used to talk without restraint in his presence.

They had no fear of Willie's committing an indiscretion by repeating what he heard.

One day at dinner the following conversation took place between them.
"I've had a letter from my mother, John," said Mrs Macmichael to her husband.

"It's wonderful how well she manages to write, when she sees so badly." "She might see well enough--at least a great deal better--if she would submit to an operation, said the doctor.
"At _her_ age, John!" returned his wife in an expostulatory tone.

"Do you really think it worth while--for the few years that are left her ?" "Worth while to see well for a few years!" exclaimed the doctor.
"Indeed, I do." "But there's another thing I want to talk to you about now," said Mrs Macmichael.