Old Oliver was sitting on the bedstead, his eyes fastened upon her, and his whole body trembled violently.

Tony sank down upon his knees, and flung his arm over Dolly, as if to save her from the unseen power which threatened to take her away from them.
"Don't ky, gan-pa," she said, softly; "don't ky more than a minute.

Nor Tony.

Are I going to die, gan-pa ?" "Yes, my little love," cried old Oliver, moaning as he said it.
"Where are I going to ?" asked Dolly, very faintly.
"You're going to see my Lord and Master," he said; "him as loves little children so, and carries them in his arms, and never lets them be sorrowful or ill or die again." "Does he live in a bootiful place ?" she asked, again.
"It's a more beautiful place than I can tell," answered old Oliver.

"The Lord Jesus gives them light brighter than the sun; and the streets are all of gold, and there are many little children there, who always see the face of their Father." "Dolly's going rere," said the little child, solemnly.
She smiled for a minute or two, holding Beppo's ear between her failing fingers, and playing with it.