Miss Flyaway trying to prop her mother's head against her own morsel of a
shoulder--about as secure a resting-place as a piece of thistle-down.

"When _was_ it be dinner-time?" said she at last, growing very tired of
so much care, and beginning to think "'Naplis" was a long way off.

But they arrived there at last, and found Mr. Parlin waiting for them at
the depot. After they had all been refreshed by a nice dinner, and
Flyaway had caught a nap, which took her about as long as it takes a fly
to eat his breakfast, then Mr. Parlin suggested that they should visit
the Blind Asylum.

"Is it where they make blinds?" asked Dotty.

"O, no," replied Mr. Parlin; "it is a school where blind children
are taught."

"What is they when they is blind, uncle Eddard?"

"They don't see, my dear."

Flyaway shut her eyes, just to give herself an idea of their condition,
and ran against Horace, who saved her from falling.

"I was velly blind, then, Hollis," said she, "and that's what is it."

"I don't see," queried Dotty,--"I don't see how people that can't see can
see to read; so what's the use to go to school?"

"They read by the sense of feeling; the letters are raised," said Mr.
Parlin. "But here we are at the Institute."

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