In hospital.

The pain Tony was suffering kept him partially conscious of what was happening to him.  He knew that he was carried gently into a large hall, and that two or three persons came to look at him, to whom his new friend spoke in eager and rapid tones.

“I know you do not take in accidents,” he said; “but what could I do with the little fellow?  He told me he had no home, and that was all he could say.  You have two or three cots empty; and I’ll double my subscription if it’s necessary, rather than take him away.  Come, doctor, you’ll admit my patient?”

“I don’t think I could send him away, Mr. Ross,” answered another hearty voice.  “We must get him into bed as soon as possible.”

Tony felt himself carried up stairs into a large room, where there were a number of small beds, with a pale little face lying on every pillow.  There was a vacant cot at the end, and he was laid upon it, after having his tattered clothes taken off him.  His new boots were gone altogether, having been left behind on the steps of the warehouse.  His hands and knees, bruised with crawling along the frosty stones, were gently bathed with a soft sponge and warm water.  He was surrounded by kind faces, looking pitifully down upon him, and the gentleman who had brought him there spoke to him in a very pleasant and cheering voice.

“My boy,” he said, “you have broken your leg in your fall; but the doctor here, who is a great friend of mine, is going to mend it for you.  It will give you a good deal of pain for a few minutes; but you’ll bear it like a man, I know.”

“Yes,” murmured Tony; “but will you let me go as soon as it’s done?”

“You could not do that,” answered Mr. Ross, smiling.  “It will be some weeks before you will be well enough to go; but you will be very happy here, I promise you.”

“Oh! but I must go!” cried Tony, starting up, but falling back again with a groan.  “There’s Dolly and Mr. Oliver,—­they’ll think I’ve run away again, and I were trying all I could to get back to ’em.  She’ll be watching for me, and she’ll fret ever so.  Oh!  Dolly, Dolly!”

He spoke in a tone of so much grief, that the smile quite passed away from the face of Mr. Ross, and he laid his hand upon his, and answered him very earnestly: 

“If you will tell me where they live,” he said, “I will go at once and let them know all about your accident; and they shall come to see you to-morrow if you are well enough to see them.”

Tony gave him very minute and urgent directions where to find old Oliver’s shop; and then he resigned himself, with the patience and fortitude of most of the little sufferers in that hospital, to the necessary pain he had to bear.