He felt as if he had come to himself after a long and very miserable dream.

Here was old Oliver again, looking at him with a kindly light in his dim eyes, and Dolly dancing about, with her pretty merry little ways; and Beppo wagging his tail in joyous welcome, as he sniffed round and round him.

Even the egg was a token of forgiveness and friendliness.

That terrible old woman was not his enemy, after all.

He recollected what she had said he must do, and he resolved to do it for Dolly's sake, and old Oliver's.