The child's small features were quite still, but there was an awful smile upon them such as there had never been before, and Tony could not bear to look upon it.

He crossed her tiny hands lightly over one another upon her breast, and then he lifted Beppo away gently, and drew the bed-clothes about her, so as to hide her smiling face.
"Master," he cried, "master, is she gone ?" Old Oliver only answered by a deep moan; and Tony put his arm about him, and raised him up.
"Come to your own chair, master," he said.
He yielded to Tony like a child, and seated himself in the chair, where he had so often sat and watched Dolly while he smoked his pipe.

The boy put his pipe between his fingers; but he only let it fall to the ground, where it broke into many pieces.

Tony did not know what to do, nor where to go for any help.
"Lord," he said, "if you really love the old master, do something for him; for I don't know whatever to do, now little Dolly's gone." He sat down on his old box, staring at Oliver and the motionless form on the bed, with a feeling of despair tugging at his heart.

He could scarcely believe it was all true; for it was not very long since--only it seemed like long years--since he had leaped over the counter in his light-heartedness.