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Highwick forlornly nodded.
"Oh, he'll be back. He's scared you'll ruin his
garden."
Something flashed at Polly as the door to Jonathan
Fields's cottage opened. "Gosh! What happened to
him? His eyes are all different."
"Those are his new contact lenses. Poor fellow, so
young," sighed Highwick, who had perfect sight and
never troubled it with much reading or writing. The lithe
Jonathan came toward them now with two huge
sapphires twinkling in his face. He carried a stack of
library books, for he was on his way to visit Ramona
Dingley again, after he made all the church calls at the
hospital near Argyle, where Evelyn Troyes was driving
him since it happened to be on her way to wherever she
told him she was going that happened to be along that
way.
"Mrs. Troyes is a little lonely, I don't like to say no,"
he told the rector. "I have to eat dinner with the rector,
he gets a little lonely if he has to eat by himself," he told
Mrs. Troyes.
"I have to go to Miss Dingley's," he now said to his