But I'm very fond of him,--fonder of him than anythink else, 'cept my little Dolly; and I've made up my mind as his Master shall be my master, and he's always ready to tell me all he knows about him.

I'm no ways afeared of not getting along." Tony found that they got along very well.

Mr.Ross made a point of going in to visit them every week, and of seeing how the business prospered in the boy's hands; and he put as much as he could in his way.

Sad and sorrowful as the days were, they passed over, one after another, bringing with them at least the habit of living without Dolly.

Every Sunday afternoon, however, old Oliver and Tony walked slowly through the streets, for the old man could only creep along with Tony's help, till they reached the Children's Hospital; but they never passed the door, nor entered in through it.