Year 19xx.
Man: You won’t regret coming to the Institute, Mr. Walker.
All of our guide dogs are trained to the most exacting standards. We’re sure to have the perfect companion for your daughter.
Mr. Walker: Most excellent.
Mr. Oliver: Did you say these are the Walkers?
Mr. Walker: Yes, my good man! And you are?
Man: That’s Mr. Frederick Oliver! He’s one of our generous sponsors.
Mr. Oliver, this is Rhett Walker and his daughter Ann.
Mr. Walker: Charmed, I’m sure.
Ann: Lovely to finally meet you.
Mr. Oliver: My pleasure! Miss Walker, you must join me for a stroll. You are the same young lady who wrote to me, yes?
Ann: Yes, I —
Mr. Walker: No, that was me, writing on her behalf! I’ll just walk along with you.
Mr. Oliver: That won’t be necessary, sir.
My companion will be enough of a guide for both of us.
Judging by the clothing styles, seeing-eye dogs are probably a new-flanged thing.
And Daddy Walker isn’t earning any sympathy points yet.
Agreed. Kind of anxious to make a good impression, ain’t he?
Actually, judging by the clothing styles, Walker should be a whole lot older than she looks.
However, she refers to something I take to be a Perkins brailler, which was invented around 1950. So I guess her Dad just has old-fashioned style.
Is Ann’s foot meant to be split?
Whoops, that was an editing error. Fixed now — refreshing the page should make sure it updates. Thanks for pointing it out =)
*Tail wag* :D