She lit a candle.

Poor Timmy! She had never seen the boy looking as he was looking now; he seemed utterly spent with misery.
"I'll tell you what I'll do, my dear.

I'll speak to Dr.O'Farrell myself in the morning, and I'll ask him whether something can't be done in the way of a reprieve.

I'll tell him we don't mind paying for Josephine to be sent away for a bit to a vet." Hope, ecstatic hope, flashed into Timmy's tear-stained face.

"You mean to a man like Trotman ?" "Yes, that's what I do mean.