EYES AND NO EYES
OR, THE ART OF SEEING
"Well, Robert, where have you been walking this afternoon?" said Mr. Andrews, to one of his pupils at the close of a holiday.
Robert. "I have been, sir, to Broom Heath, and so around by the windmill upon Camp Mount, and home through the meadows by the riverside."
Mr. A. "Well, that's a pleasant round."
Robert. "I thought it very dull, sir; I scarcely met with a single person. I had rather by half have gone along the turnpike road."
Mr. A. "Why, if seeing men and horses is your object, you would indeed be better entertained upon the high road. But did you see William?"
Robert. "We set out together, but he lagged behind in the lane, so I walked on and left him."
Mr. A. "That was a pity. He would have been company for you."
Robert. "Oh, he is so tedious, always stopping to look at this thing and that. I had rather walk alone. I dare say he is not home yet."