Only Susan's gone straight on with her lady and our little girl, and sent me through London to see after you and Dolly." "Your little girl ?" said Oliver questioningly.
"Yes, the one born in India.

Her name's Mary, but we call her Polly.
Susan said it made her think of our little Dolly at home.

Dear! dear! I don't know however I shall let her know." Another fit of silence fell upon them, and Tony left them together, for it was time to put up the shop shutters.

It seemed just like the night when he had followed Susan and the little girl, and loitered outside in the doorway opposite, to see what would happen after she had left her in the shop.

He fancied he was a ragged, shoeless boy again, nobody loving him, or caring for him, and that he saw old Oliver and Dolly standing on the step, looking out for the mother, who had gone away, never, never to see her darling again.