"Are you Dolly's father?
Oh, she's dead! She died last January, and we are more lonesome without her than you can think." "Let me see poor Susan's father," he said, after a minute or two, and with a very troubled face.
"Ay, come in," said Tony, lifting up the flap of the counter, under which Dolly had so often played at hide-and-seek.

"He's more hisself again; but his memory's bad yet.

I know everythink about her, though; because she was so fond of me, and me of her.

Come in." Raleigh entered the room, and saw old Oliver sitting in his arm-chair, with a pipe in his hand, and a very tranquil look upon his wrinkled face.
The gas-light shone upon the glittering epaulettes and white sash of the soldier, and the old man fastened upon him a very keen, yet doubtful gaze of inquiry.
"Don't you know me, father ?" cried Raleigh, almost unable to utter a word.

"It's your poor Susan's husband, and Dolly's father." "Dolly's father!" repeated old Oliver, rising from his chair, and resting his hand upon Raleigh's shoulder.