Handposts and milestones are dumb, indeed, to me.

Thank you the more for this rest, and this refreshing drink!' As he spoke, he raised the mug of water to his mouth.

It was clear, and cold, and sparkling, but not to his taste nevertheless, or his thirst was not very great, for he only wetted his lips and put it down again.
He wore, hanging with a long strap round his neck, a kind of scrip or wallet, in which to carry food.

The widow set some bread and cheese before him, but he thanked her, and said that through the kindness of the charitable he had broken his fast once since morning, and was not hungry.

When he had made her this reply, he opened his wallet, and took out a few pence, which was all it appeared to contain.
'Might I make bold to ask,' he said, turning towards where Barnaby stood looking on, 'that one who has the gift of sight, would lay this out for me in bread to keep me on my way?
Heaven's blessing on the young feet that will bestir themselves in aid of one so helpless as a sightless man!' Barnaby looked at his mother, who nodded assent; in another moment he was gone upon his charitable errand.