"Mary--Mary--you won't forget--your promise!" "No, David!--dear David!" she sobbed.

"I won't forget!" The paroxysm passed, and his hand wandered over the coverlet, where it encountered the soft, crouching head of the little dog who was lying close to him, shivering in every limb.
"Why, here's Charlie!" he whispered, weakly.

"Poor wee Charlie! 'Take care of me' is written on his collar.

Mary will take care of you, Charlie!--good-bye, little man!" He lay quiet then, but his eyes were wide open, gazing not upward, but straight ahead, as though they saw some wondrous vision in the little room.
"Strange!--strange that I did not know all this before!" he murmured--and then was silent, still gazing straight before him.

All at once a great shudder shook his body--and his thin features grew suddenly pinched and wan.
"It is almost morning!" he said, and his voice was like an echo of itself from very far away.