Who should sign the will with Master Tom but me--his old servant and friend?
Am I right, Donald ?" "Yes, lad." "'Now,' says Master Tom, 'take it to Lawyer Watson, James, and bid him care for it.

And give my love to Jane--that's the name, Donald; the one I thought I'd forgot--'and now lay me back and let me die.' His very words, Donald.

And we laid him back and he died.

And he died.
Poor Master Tom.

Poor, poor young Master.