Poor Don stood opposite them, a sorry sight.
"No! No! You will not!" cried Betty. "I will give mine."
"It must be done by both!" whispered the monk.
It was a dreadful minute.
"Are you ready?" inquired the monk. Charlie nodded his head and the good man took out a sharp knife and quickly extracted one eye. The pain was hard to bear, but the boy never cried. Then the monk did the same thing to Betty. Both covered their faces and wept.
Don nosed his way to Charlie and licked his hands. Charlie peered through his fingers and saw Don with two whole eyes.
"Oh, Don!" he exclaimed, forgetting himself and hugging the old fellow, "I am so glad that you have two eyes again!"
"Oh, Charlie! Charlie!" exclaimed Betty, "you have not lost an eye! Have I two eyes?"
To their great amazement, the children found that they had not lost their eyes at all, but by the operation could see better than ever.