“Well, I’m glad you liked it,” said Mr. Clayton, with a laugh, “but I’m afraid I’m not quite ready to start a performance yet.  I need more practice.  Oh, but I am glad you have found me, and that I have found you!”

“Mr. Clayton only came to this Home a few days ago,” explained Mr. Harrison to Mr. Brown.  “I had forgotten that you had asked about some one of his name, or I would have sent you word before that the children’s blind uncle was here.”

“And if I had known they were so near me, and had been looking so long for me, I’d have sent them word,” said Uncle Bill.  “And now tell me all that happened, Mart and Lucile.”

Their story was soon told, just as I have written it here—­how they were “stranded” when the show broke up, and how Mr. Brown took care of them.  The story of Mr. Treadwell was also told to Mart and Lucile’s Uncle Bill, and how the impersonator had written the little play.

“And once he lost his wig and Wango the monkey had it!” cried Sue.

“Indeed!  Wango must be a funny monkey!” said Mr. Clayton.

“He’s funny, and so’s Miss Winkler,” said Bunny.

They all laughed at this, and then Mr. Clayton told his story.

He had been an actor as were many of his relatives, including Mart and Lucile.  He had been stricken blind some years before, and had been in many Homes and hospitals, trying to get cured.  But at last he had given up hope, and settled down to make the best of life.

He often wrote to Lucile and Mart, and also to their Uncle Simon and Aunt Sallie.  But of late he had lost the address of the boy and girl actor, and they had also lost his.  They all traveled around so much that one did not know where the other was, except that Lucile and her brother always stayed together, of course.

“But where is Aunt Sallie?” asked Mart.

Mr. Clayton said that she and her husband were many miles away, in a far country, traveling about and acting.  But he knew their address, and he would at once send them word that Lucile and Mart wanted to hear from them.  Mr. Clayton had not heard from the Weatherbys for several months, he remarked.

“Very likely they’ve been trying as hard to find you as you have to find them,” said Mr. Clayton.  “They’ll be glad to know that I have found you.”

“And we’re glad we’ve found you!” cried Lucile, as she kissed her blind uncle again.  “Oh, it’s so good to have folks!”

“We would be glad to have you come over to our house and stay with us,” said Mr. Brown to the blind man.

“Thank you,” he answered, “but I must stay here and finish learning to play the piano for the act I am to do.  Of course I’ll come over and see Lucile and Mart, though.  I call it ‘seeing’ them, but of course I can’t use my eyes,” he added.  “However, I’ve grown used to that, and I don’t seem to mind being in the dark.”

“You can’t ever see anybody make faces at you—­if they ever do—­can you?” asked Sue, as she patted his hand.