"Did I do well?" he asked.
"Well!" was the reply, "you did splendidly; never better."
"I am so glad," the boy said; "it is the first time he ever saw me bat."
For him, heaven was the place which gave his blind father sight.
A schoolboy had a blind father; the boy was very keen on games, and his father was in the habit of being present at all the school cricket matches, altho he had to look on at the prowess of his son through other eyes. Then the father died. The day after the funeral there was an important cricket match on, and, to the surprise of his fellows, the lad expressed a wish to play. He played, and played well, making a fine score, and carrying out his bat. His friends gathered round him in the pavilion, shaking him by the hand and patting him on the back.
