'Do you say so?
What are they ?--Nay, mother, it's for your sake I ask; not mine;--for yours, indeed.

What are they ?' The blind man turned his face, on which there was a smile of triumph, to where the widow stood in great distress; and answered, 'Why, they are not to be found out by stay-at-homes, my good friend.' 'By stay-at-homes!' cried Barnaby, plucking at his sleeve.

'But I am not one.

Now, there you mistake.

I am often out before the sun, and travel home when he has gone to rest.