He lived with the blind man, the one they called Seer, and helped him. His face was becoming manly, he thought, though childishly he still enjoyed making scowls and frowns at his own reflection. Or, moving back in the high grass, he could see himself reflected in the glass pane. Once he had stood only to its sill, his forehead there, pressing into the wood, but now he was so tall he could see inside without effort. Sometimes, standing outside the homeplace, he measured himself against the window.
Matty was no longer a boy, but not yet a man. There was something he needed to do, a thing that scared him. He wished he were grown so that he could decide when to eat, or whether to bother eating at all.
Matty was impatient to have the supper preparations over and done with. Ing healing power that he cannot explain or understand. Utopian community that values honesty, conceals an emerg. Giver” and “Gathering Blue,” Matty, a young member of a Summary: In this novel that unites characters from “The Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data To reproduce selections from this book, write toĢ15 Park Avenue South, New York, New York 10003.
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