His new boots were gone altogether, having been left behind on the steps of the warehouse.

His hands and knees, bruised with crawling along the frosty stones, were gently bathed with a soft sponge and warm water.

He was surrounded by kind faces, looking pitifully down upon him, and the gentleman who had brought him there spoke to him in a very pleasant and cheering voice.
"My boy," he said, "you have broken your leg in your fall; but the doctor here, who is a great friend of mine, is going to mend it for you.

It will give you a good deal of pain for a few minutes; but you'll bear it like a man, I know." "Yes," murmured Tony; "but will you let me go as soon as it's done ?" "You could not do that," answered Mr.Ross, smiling.

"It will be some weeks before you will be well enough to go; but you will be very happy here, I promise you." "Oh! but I must go!" cried Tony, starting up, but falling back again with a groan.