"Well, if I can't get 'em myself, I'll think about it.

He'll want me to work for him, you know.

Where does he live ?" "I'll tell you all about him, if you'll come to see me," replied Oliver.
"Well," said the boy, "I'll just look in after Friday, and see if the little 'un's mother's come back.

Goodbye,--good-bye, little miss." He could take Dolly's hand into his own this morning, and he looked down curiously at it,--a small, rosy, dimpled hand, such as he had never seen before so closely.

A lump rose in his throat, and his eyelids smarted with tears again.