That evening the policeman went up to Mr. Bradford's. He was asked to walk into the parlor, where sat Mr. Bradford and Aunt Patty, while old nurse was just taking Maggie and Bessie off to bed.
"Oh, here is our policeman!" said Bessie; and she ran up to him, holding out her hand. "How is your Willie?"
"That's just what I came to tell you, dear. I made bold to step up and let you know about Willie, sir," he said, turning to Mr. Bradford.
"And what is the news?" asked the gentleman.
"The best, sir. The Lord has crowned all his mercies to us by giving us back our boy's sight."
"And has Willie seen his mother's face?" asked Bessie, eagerly.
"Yes, that he has. He took care that should be the first thing his eyes opened on; and it just seems as if he could not get his full of looking at it. He always was a mother boy, my Willie, but more than ever so since his blindness."
"How is he?" asked Mr. Bradford.
"Doing nicely, sir. Rather weakish yet; but when he can bear the light, and get out into the fresh air, it will do him good; and I hope he'll come round after a spell, now that his mind is at ease, and he's had a sight of that he'd set his heart on, even if we can't just follow out the doctor's orders."