Croom. Her skirts were silk and very fat. They fluffed all around her like a pen-wiper. She had on a white lace cap. There were violets in the cap. Her eyes didn't look blinded. We sat on the edge of our chairs. And stared at her. And stared. She didn't mind. All the cats came and purred their sides against our legs. It felt soft and sort of bubbly. The Blinded Lady recited poetry to us. She recited "Gray's Elegy in a Country Churchyard." She recited "The Charge of the Light Brigade." She recited "Bingen on the Rhine." When she got all through reciting poetry she asked us if we knew any. We did.