Just after Christmas, thin, black-haired Mrs. Montell Purcell saw something which made her turn cold: her pigtailed, four-year-old daughter Carolyn Joan was holding toys close to her face as she played in the Purcells' dingy little house at Alpharetta (pop. 647), Ga. Smiling, the child explained why: it was the only way she could see them.
Mrs. Purcell and her husband Frank, an unemployed stone mason, hurried Carolyn Joan to a doctor. But the mother could not bring herself to believe the dreadful medical alternatives: the child would have to lose both eyes,...
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