And then the masters, mistresses, parents, and boys all murmured together: " Bravo, Robetti! Bravo, poor child" ! and they threw kisses to him; the mistresses and boys who were near him kissed his hands and his arms.
Mr. Irwine went to the bedside and took up one of the delicate hands and kissed it, a slight pressure from the small fingers told him that it was worth-while to have come upstairs for the sake of doing that.