Is there no other place like this we could take our little love to?"
"There are two or three other Hospitals," she answered, "but they are a
long way off, and none of them as large as ours. They are sure to be full
just now. I think there are not more than a hundred and fifty cots in all
London for sick children."
"Then there's no room for my Dolly?" he said.
The lady shook her head without speaking, for she had her handkerchief up
to her face.
"Eh!" cried old Oliver in a wailing voice, "I don't know whatever the
dear Lord 'ill say to that."
He made a sign to Tony that they must be going home again; and the boy
raised himself up with a strange weight and burden upon his heart. Old
Oliver put his stick down, and took Dolly into his own arms, and laid her
head down on his breast.
"Let me carry her a little way, Tony," he said. "She's as light as a
feather, even to poor old grandpa. I'd like to carry my little love a bit
of the way home."
"I'll tell you what I can do," said the lady, wrapping Dolly up and
kissing her before she covered her pale face, "if you will tell me where
you live I will speak to the doctor as soon as he comes in--for he is out
just now--and perhaps he will come to see her.
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