“I don’t toldt you so!” exclaimed Hans.
“Whut was the matter?” asked Ephraim.
“She was blind.”
“Plind?”
“Blind?”
“Yes, stone blind.”
“Jeewhillikins! She kin see all right naow.”
“By a miracle. We were saving money to have her treated by a great oculist in New York, and we had almost enough. One night she got up in a dream and walked out to those stairs. She fell all the way to the bottom, striking on her head. I dragged her up the stairs and got her into bed. The next morning she could see. I believe it was the work of God!”
“It was marvelous!” put in Merriwell. “You see, she was not born blind, but received a blow on the head that injured the optic nerve in some manner so she became blind. Most marvelously, by falling and striking on her head, the shock restored her sight.”
“And the money we had saved we put into our little business,” said Jack.