“Who is calling me?” he asked.  “I seem to know those voices, though I have not heard them for a long time.  Who is it?”

Lucile and Mart stepped forward.  Mr. Brown was right behind them, and Bunny and Sue were near their father.  Mr. Harrison, who was in charge of the Home, looked on in surprise.

“Do you know Mr. Clayton?” he asked Lucile and Mart.

“Yes, he is our uncle,” Mart answered in a low voice, but, low as it was, the blind piano player heard.  Holding out his hands toward the young theatrical players he cried,

“Now I know those voices.  Lucile!  Mart!  I have found you at last!”

“And we have found you!” cried Lucile.  “Oh, how wonderful!”

“Can you tell us where Uncle Simon and Aunt Sallie are?” asked Mart.  “We’ve lost track of them, and we were stranded after the show failed.  We didn’t know where to find you, and——­”

“Say, your trouble all came together, didn’t it?” cried the blind man.  “But now, perhaps, it is all over.  Let me sit down with you, and then we’ll have a long talk.”

“But do you know where Aunt Sallie Weatherby is?” asked Lucile.

“Yes, of course!  I have her address,” said the blind Mr. Clayton.

By this time he had managed to walk up to Mart, clasping his hands.  Then he found Lucile and kissed her.  For, though he was blind, Mr. Clayton could tell by the sound of a person’s voice just where they stood in a room, and walk over to them.

“Oh, how glad I am to find you again!” he said, as he felt around for a chair and sat down.  “I have been waiting for a letter from Mr. Jackson so I might find you, but he has been a long time writing, and since my last letter to him I came to this place.”

“We don’t know where Mr. and Mrs. Jackson are,” said Lucile.  “They left us, after the company broke up, and we haven’t heard from them since.  But we didn’t know you were here!”

“You weren’t the last time we inquired,” added Mart.  “We knew you were in some such place as this, but Mr. Brown asked and no one here had heard of you.”

“That’s because I only came the other day,” said the blind Mr. Clayton.  “You see I am thinking of going back on the stage again, doing a funny piano act.  I can play pretty well, even if I am blind,” he said, turning toward Mr. Brown, for he seemed to know just where the children’s father sat.  “And as I don’t like to sit around doing nothing I’ve decided to go back on the stage again.”

“We’re going on the stage!” cried Bunny, who, with Sue, had been waiting for a chance to get in a word or two.

“We’re going to have a real play on a farm,” said Sue.  “And you ought to see our dog Splash hang on to Mr. Treadwell.”

“Treadwell?  Is that the impersonator?” asked Mr. Clayton.

“Yes,” answered Mart.  “He is helping us with the little play.”

“And maybe you could be in it and play the piano!” cried Bunny.  “We heard you play the piano terrible nice!”