"And who is Dolly ?" "It's a little girl as I was very fond of," replied Tony, with a deep sigh.

It seemed so long ago that he spoke of his love for her as if it was a thing altogether passed away and dead, yet his heart still ached at the memory of it.
"Well, here's another fourpenny-bit for you," said his friend, "quite a new one.

See how bright it is; no one has ever bought anything with it yet.

Dolly will like to see it." Tony held it in the palm of his hand long after the gentleman was out of sight, gazing at it in the lamplight.

It was very beautiful and shining; and oh! how Dolly's eyes would shine and sparkle if she could only see it! And she ought to see it.