As I walk along, I try to find, among the grass and
moss, some of that small money for which she works so hard and used to
shed so many tears. As I lie asleep in the shade, I dream of it--dream
of digging it up in heaps; and spying it out, hidden under bushes; and
seeing it sparkle, as the dew-drops do, among the leaves. But I never
find it. Tell me where it is. I'd go there, if the journey were a whole
year long, because I know she would be happier when I came home and
brought some with me. Speak again. I'll listen to you if you talk all
night.'
The blind man passed his hand lightly over the poor fellow's face, and
finding that his elbows were planted on the table, that his chin rested
on his two hands, that he leaned eagerly forward, and that his whole
manner expressed the utmost interest and anxiety, paused for a minute as
though he desired the widow to observe this fully, and then made answer:
'It's in the world, bold Barnaby, the merry world; not in solitary
places like those you pass your time in, but in crowds, and where
there's noise and rattle.'
'Good! good!' cried Barnaby, rubbing his hands. 'Yes! I love that. Grip
loves it too. It suits us both.
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