18 DIGGING A GRAVE

Livermore,”. her large bleared eyes fixed

_ with an expression of terror and _helpless-

ness. on her daughter, huddled her rags into
a corner of the cab. The quickly collected
crowd as quickly dispersed; all except Nelly’s
little friend, who hung on to the door crying,
and in a few minutes the poor girl was
carried into Westminster Hospital.

The woman’s case was attended to else-—
where; but the surgeon shook his head,
while he examined the injury ors had
received. |

“ She is not dead,” he said, in answer to
Peggy’s inquiring ; “and she may recover
consciousness ; but the hurt is deep.”

“ And dangerous your honor,” added Peggy.
“Sure I knew it; and your honor knows
me, if you’d only take time to remember ;
I clear-starched you, a good five years azo,
and you used to say no one could turn

out your shirt fronts with Pegey Byrne.”

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