We've turned two or three away this morning, when they came at the right time.

This isn't the right time to bring any child here." "But my little love is very ill," continued old Oliver; "this is the right place, isn't it?
The place where they nurse little children who are ill ?" "It's all right," said the porter, "it's the right place enough, only it's brimful, and running over, as you may say.

We couldn't take in one more, if it was ever so.

But you may come in and sit down in the hall for a minute or two, while I fetch one of the ladies." Old Oliver and Tony entered, and sat down upon a bench inside.

There was the broad staircase, with its shallow steps, which Dolly's tiny feet had climbed so easily, and it led up to the warm, pleasant nurseries, where little children were already falling asleep, almost painlessly, in their cosy cots.