"This are the 'firmary, ain't it?" said Benny.
"Yes, my little man," was the answer. "What do you want?"
"I wants to know if Nelly are in 'ere?"
"I don't know. Who is she?"
"My sister," said Benny, the tears starting in his eyes.
"When was she brought here?"
"To-day. Bill Tucker said as 'ow she was hurt in the street an' brought here."
"Yes, a little girl was brought in two or three hours ago."
"Wur she very white, an' had long hair?"
"Yes, my little man."
"Oh, that wur Nelly. Let me see her, please."
"You cannot to-day, it's against rules; you can see her to-morrow morning, after ten o'clock."
" Oh, do let me jist peep at her."
"I cannot, my little fellow; and besides, it would do her no good."
"But it 'ud do me good," said Benny, gulping down a great lump in his throat. "She is all I has in the world."
"I'm very sorry, my boy, but you can't see her to-night."
"Not for jist a minit?"
"No, not to-night."
"She ain't dead, then?"
"No, but she is unconscious."
"Will she get better?"
I hope so. Now run away and come again to-morrow,
