But he had not sat there many minutes before he heard a distinct, rather loud knock at the shop-door, and he ran hastily to ask who was there.
"Antony," said a voice he knew very well, "I have come with the doctor, to see what we can do for your little girl." In an instant Tony opened the door, and as Mr.Ross entered the boy flung his arms round him, and hid his face against him, sobbing bitterly.
"Oh! you've come too late," he cried, "you've come too late! Dolly's dead, and I'm afraid the master's going away from me as well.

They couldn't take her in, and she died after we had brought her home." The doctor and Mr.Ross went on into the inner room, and Tony pointed silently to the bed where Dolly lay.

Old Oliver roused himself at the sound of strange voices, and, leaning upon Tony's shoulder, he staggered to the bedside, and drew the clothes away from her dear, smiling face.
"I don't murmur," he said.

"My dear Lord can't do anything unkind.

He'll come and speak to me presently, and comfort me; but just now I'm deaf and blind, even to him.