The eye should be bandaged with a handkerchief; and it was very desirable, he said, to have the sufferer lie down, and if possible, go to sleep.
With those directions in mind, I hurried away in quest of the eyestone; but at the house of the man to whom Bedell had sent me I found that the eyestone had done its work and had already been lent to another afflicted household, a mile away, where a woman had a sty in her eye.

At that place I overtook it.
The woman, whose sty had been cured, opened a drawer and took out the eyestone, carefully wrapped in a piece of linen cloth.

She handled it gingerly, and as I gazed at the small gray piece of chalky secretion, something of her own awe of it communicated itself to me.

We dropped it into the vial, to be "refreshed"; and then, buttoning it safe in the pocket of my coat, I set off for home.

Since I was now two or three miles north of Lurvey's Mills, I took another and shorter road than that by which I had come.
As it chanced, that road took me by the Dole farm, where little Ike lived.