"She's as light as a feather, even to poor old grandpa.

I'd like to carry my little love a bit of the way home." "I'll tell you what I can do," said the lady, wrapping Dolly up and kissing her before she covered her pale face, "if you will tell me where you live I will speak to the doctor as soon as he comes in--for he is out just now--and perhaps he will come to see her.

He knows a great deal about children, and is fond of them." "Thank you, thank you kindly, ma'am," answered old Oliver, feeling a little comforted.

But when they stood outside, and the bleak wind blew about them, and he could see the soft glimmer of the light in the windows, within which other children were safely sheltered and carefully tended, his spirit sank again.

He tottered now and then under his light burden; but he could not be persuaded to give up his little child to Tony again.