When I attempted to lead him out of the cellar, he tottered and fell repeatedly.
At last I got him round to the house door--only to find it locked.

Dole and his wife had locked up the house and left little Ike's dinner--a piece of corn bread and some cheese--in a tin pail on the doorstep; the cat had already eaten most of it.

I had intended to take him indoors and wash him, for he was in a wretched condition.

Finally I put him on Dole's wheelbarrow, which I found by the door of the shed, and wheeled him to the nearest neighbors, the Frosts, who lived about a quarter of a mile away.

Mrs.Frost had long been indignant as to the way the Doles were treating the boy; she gladly took him in and cared for him, while I hurried on with the eyestone.
I reached home about four o'clock in the afternoon, and the old Squire thought that, in view of my errand, I had been gone an unreasonably long time.
Halstead's eye was so much inflamed that we had no little trouble in getting the eyestone under the lid.