'Put your hand in mine.
You're blind and always in the dark, eh?
Are you frightened in the dark?
Do you see great crowds of faces, now?
Do they grin and chatter ?' 'Alas!' returned the other, 'I see nothing.

Waking or sleeping, nothing.' Barnaby looked curiously at his eyes, and touching them with his fingers, as an inquisitive child might, led him towards the house.
'You have come a long distance, 'said the widow, meeting him at the door.

'How have you found your way so far ?' 'Use and necessity are good teachers, as I have heard--the best of any,' said the blind man, sitting down upon the chair to which Barnaby had led him, and putting his hat and stick upon the red-tiled floor.

'May neither you nor your son ever learn under them.

They are rough masters.' 'You have wandered from the road, too,' said the widow, in a tone of pity.
'Maybe, maybe,' returned the blind man with a sigh, and yet with something of a smile upon his face, 'that's likely.