"I'm going, Lizzie; they've sent an angel for me, and I can't stop here no longer. You go home to your mother."
"I'm going, Tottie. My brother has just come for me," said Lizzie, taking the dying girl's hand and pointing to Jack who had followed her into the van.
She turned her eyes upon him for a moment and whispered, "You are her brother?"
"Yes," said Jack; "and I don't mean to leave her again."
"Thank God!" came faintly forth; and then there was a fluttering sigh, and poor Tottie Stanley, the real Tottie who had been shut up in a suffering body so long, went out of that travelling van up to the home God has prepared for girls who have had no chances of knowing him here.
Lizzie burst into tears when she saw what had happened, and Jack turned to the door again.
Just then the doctor's boy came up, and took two bottles of medicine out of his basket and handed them up to Jack.
But instead of taking them he said, "Stop a minute, I want to speak to you;" and then he told him what had happened, and how he had come in search of his sister and just found her. "Now I want you to show me where your master lives," he added. "Come, Lizzie," he called; "I am going to this doctor, and you must go with me."
So Lizzie shut the door of the van and came down to Jack, still crying for the friend who had just left her. The slow-witted boy was amazed, but readily consented to show the brother and sister where his master lived.
The gentleman was a little surprised to hear Tottie had gone so soon, but still more to hear the tale the brother and sister had to tell.