"There's Dolly and Mr.Oliver,--they'll think I've run away again, and I were trying all I could to get back to 'em.

She'll be watching for me, and she'll fret ever so.

Oh! Dolly, Dolly!" He spoke in a tone of so much grief, that the smile quite passed away from the face of Mr.Ross, and he laid his hand upon his, and answered him very earnestly: "If you will tell me where they live," he said, "I will go at once and let them know all about your accident; and they shall come to see you to-morrow if you are well enough to see them." Tony gave him very minute and urgent directions where to find old Oliver's shop; and then he resigned himself, with the patience and fortitude of most of the little sufferers in that hospital, to the necessary pain he had to bear.
It was Sunday afternoon when old Oliver and Dolly entered the hall of the Children's Hospital and inquired for Tony.

There was something about the old man's look of age and the little child's sweet face which found them favour, even in a place where everybody was received with kindness.

A nurse, who met them slowly climbing the broad staircase, turned back with them, taking Dolly's hand in hers, and led them up to the room where they would find Tony.