Tony's eyes were dim with tears, yet he could see her clear face clearly through them.

What could he do?
Was there no one to help?
"Master, master!" he cried.

"If the Lord Jesus is here he can save her.
Ask him, master." But old Oliver paid no heed to him.

For the child who was passing away from him he was all eye and ear, watching and listening as keenly as in his best and strongest days; but he was blind and deaf to everything else around him.

Tony's voice could not reach his brain.
"Will gan-pa come rere ?" whispered the failing and faltering voice of Dolly.
"Very soon," he answered; a radiant smile coming to his face, which made her smile as her eyes caught the glory of it.