They were in the pleasantest part of the city, standing before some
beautiful grounds which occupied an entire square, and were enclosed by
an iron fence. In front of the building grew trees and shrubs, and on
each side was a play-ground for the children.

"Why, that house has windows," cried Dotty. "I don't see what people want
of windows when they can't see."

"Nor me needer," echoed Katie. "What um wants winners, can't see out of?"

They went up a flight of stone steps, and were met at the door by a blind
waiting-girl, who ushered them into the visitors' parlor.

"Is _she_ blind-eyed?" whispered Flyaway, gazing at her earnestly. "Her
eyes isn't shut up; where is the _see_ gone to?"

Mrs. Clifford sent up her card, and the superintendent, who knew her
well, came down to meet her. He was also "blind-eyed," but the children
did not suspect it. They were much interested in the specimens of
bead-work which were to be seen In the show-cases. Mr. Parlin bought
some flowers, baskets, and other toys, to carry home to Susy and Prudy.
Horace said,--

"These beads are strung on wires, and it would be easy enough to do that
with one's eyes shut; but it always did puzzle me to see how blind people
can tell one color from another with the ends of their fingers."

The superintendent smiled.

"That would be strange indeed if it were true," said he; "but it is a