CHAPTER XVIII.
NO ROOM FOR DOLLY.
Old Oliver rang the house-bell very quietly, for Dolly seemed to be asleep again, and lay quite still in Tony's arms, which were growing stiff, and benumbed by the cold.

The door was opened by a porter, whose face was strange to them both, for he had only come in for the day while the usual one took holiday.

Old Oliver presented himself in front, and pointed at his little grandchild as Tony held her in his arms while he spoke to the porter in a voice which trembled greatly.
"We've brought you our little girl, who is very ill," he said, "but she'll soon get well in here, I know.

I'd like to see the doctor, and tell him all about her." "We're quite full," answered the porter, filling up the doorway.
"Full ?" repeated old Oliver, in a tone of questioning.
"Ay! all our cots are full," he replied, "chockfull.

There ain't no more room.