I s'pose they are getting pretty old by now, aren't they ?" "They are dead," said Oliver.
"All of 'em ?" asked Tony.
"All of them," he repeated.
"Dear, dear!" cried Tony, his eyes glistening.

"Whatever did the Master do when they all died?
I'm very sorry for him now.

He's had a many troubles, hasn't he ?" "Yes, yes," replied old Oliver, with a faltering voice.

"He was called a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief.

Nobody ever bore so many troubles as him." "How long is it ago since they all died ?" asked Tony.
"I can't rightly say," he answered.