"Oh yes, yes," sobbed Bella passionately.
"We'll take care of them, father," said Tom, speaking very slowly and distinctly, trying hard all the time to keep his lips steady and his eyes from growing misty. "Don't you worry, we can manage. They shan't want for anything, if we can help it. Shall they, Bella?"
"No, no! only make haste and come back, father!" wept Bella.
"God bless you both!" gasped the poor injured father. "Now kiss me, Bella; you'll look after the little one? Tom, boy, take care of them all."
They both promised again, as they bent down and kissed him.
"And you'll come and see me—in the hospital—Saturdays?"
"Where is it you are going?" asked Bella hurriedly; she had forgotten that in her excitement.
"To Norton," he gasped, his strength fast failing.
Then some one led them away, and the ambulance started on its slow journey.