I'll stay by 'em as long as ever I live, if I have to sweep a crossing till I'm an old man like him.

Besides, I hear him speak a good word for me often and often to his Master; and I s'pose nobody else 'ud do that." "What master ?" inquired Mr.Ross.
"Him," answered Tony, pointing to a picture of the Saviour blessing young children, "he's always talking to him as if he could see him, and he tells him everythink.

No, it 'ud be better for me to stay with him and Dolly, and keep hard by my crossing, than go away from 'em, and have clothes, and lodging, and schooling for nothink." "I think it would," said Mr.Ross, "so you must go on as you are, Antony, till I can find you something better than a crossing.

You are looking very well, my boy; that's a nice, warm suit of clothes you have on, better than the rags you came in by a long way." It was a sailor's suit, sent to the hospital by some mother, whose boy had perhaps outgrown it; or, it may be, whose boy had been taken away from all her tender care for him.

It was of good, rough, thick blue cloth, and fitted Tony well.