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hwp Shell live.
I can tell you now, I thought she wouldnt.
Ive brought up two of them.
This is my wifes first.
She isnt battle-scarred yet.
Doctor?
Will my girl be all right?
By morning shell be knockin down
Captain Kellers fences again.
Is there nothing we should do?
Put up stronger fencin. Hm?
Just let her get well.
She knows how better than we do.
These things come and go in infants.
Never know why.
Call it acute congestion
of the stomach and brain.
Ill see you to your buggy, Doctor.
Main thing is the fevers gone.
I never saw a baby with more vitality.
Thats the truth.
(baby cries)
Hush...
Dont you cry now.
Youve been trouble enough.
"Call it acute congestion" indeed!
I dont see whats so cute about
a congestion just cos its yours.
Well have your father
run an editorial in his paper.
"The wonders of modern medicine."
They dont know what theyre curing
even when they cure it.
Men! Men and their battle scars.
We women have...
Helen?
(clicks fingers)
Helen!
Capn!
(screaming)
Capn! Will you come?
- Katie! What is it? Whats happened?
- (screaming)
- Katie! What is it? Whats wrong?
- Look! She cant see.
Look at her eyes. She cant see.
Helen!
Or hear.
When I screamed she didnt blink.
- Not an eyelash!
- Helen!
- She cant hear you!
- Helen!
Helen!
I told you to let her be.
(grunts)
Arthur? Arthur, something
ought to be done for that child.
A refreshin suggestion. What?
Why, this very famous
Perkins School in Boston.
Theyre just supposed to do wonders.
Shes been to specialists. They couldnt
help her in Baltimore or Washington.
I think the Capn will write
to the Perkins School soon.
Katie, how many times
can you break your heart?
Any number of times, as long as theres
the least chance for her to see or hear.
- What, child?
- There isnt! I must finish here.
With your permission, Capn, I would
like to write to the Perkins School.
I said no, Kate.
(older woman)
Writing does no harm, Arthur.
- A little bitty letter to see if they can help.
- They cant.
(Kate) We wont know that to be a fact
till after you write.
They cant.
Katie...
- I might as well work in a hen yard.
- (baby cries)
- You really ought to put her away, Father.
- What?
- Some asylum. Its the kindest thing.
- She is your sister, James.
Half-sister and half... mentally defective.
She cant keep herself clean.
Its not pleasant to see her about.
Do you dare complain
of what you can see?
This discussions at an end. The house
is at sixes and sevens over the child.
I want some peace here. I dont care how.
But we wont have it by rushin about
the country to every new quack.
- Im as sensible to this affliction as...
- Helen!
My buttons.
Eyes.
She wants the doll to have eyes.
My goodness me. Im not decent.
She doesnt know better, Aunt Ev.
Ill sew em on again.
Its worth a couple of buttons, Kate. Look.
This child has more sense
than all these men Kellers,
if theres ever a way
to reach that mind of hers.
- Helen!
- (baby cries)
Helen! Youre not to do such things.
How can I make you understand?
Katie!
How can I get it
into your head, my darling?
Katie, she must be taught
some discipline.
Discipline an afflicted child?
Is it her fault?
I didnt say it was.
How can I teach her?
Beat her till shes black and blue?
Its not safe. There must be
some way of confinin her.
In a cage? Shes a growin child.
She has to use her limbs.
Answer me one thing.
Is it fair to the baby?
Are you willing to put her away?
Now what?
She wants to talk like...
be like you and me.
Every day she slips further away.
I dont know how to call her back.
I do have a mind
to write to Boston myself.
If that school cant help her,
maybe theyll send somebody who can.
Ill write to Perkins, Katie.
(makes guttural sound)
Train to New York!
