• TABLE OF CONTENTS
HIDE
 Front Cover
 Half Title
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 Dedication
 Table of Contents
 The box of letters
 Tom and the dark
 Tom makes a surprise
 Nurse's make-believe story
 Tom and the clock
 Tom and the sun
 Nurse's true story
 Tom has a secret
 Tom lies in bed
 Tom and the others
 Mamma's story about the others
 Tom very ill
 Tom gets well
 Tom at the sea
 A poor little Tom
 Tom's hen
 Tom and the chickens
 Tom and the big house
 Tom gets a letter
 Tom sends a letter
 Story about a chicken
 Tom tells a story
 Tom and doggie
 Tom begins the work
 Tom's birthday
 Tom builds a nest
 Tom reads
 Tom in the water
 Tom goes to the hole behind the...
 Tom's present to Mamma
 Tom keeps another birthday
 Advertising
 Back Cover
 Spine






Group Title: Tom : the history of a very little boy
Title: Tom
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Title: Tom the history of a very little boy
Physical Description: 194, 8 p., 5 leaves of plates : col. ill. ; 18 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Russell, H. Rutherfurd
Marcus Ward & Co
Royal Ulster Works
Publisher: Marcus Ward & Co.
Royal Ulster Works
Place of Publication: London
Belfast
Publication Date: 1870
Copyright Date: 1870
 Subjects
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Letters -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Storytelling -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Mothers and sons -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Nannies -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Publishers' catalogues -- 187-   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1875
Genre: Publishers' catalogues   ( rbgenr )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
Northern Ireland -- Belfast
 Notes
General Note: Date of publication based on binding indicating publication in the 1870's.
General Note: Publisher's catalogue follows text.
General Note: Added t.p. and frontispiece printed in colors.
Statement of Responsibility: by H. Rutherfurd Russell.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Half Title
        Half Title
    Frontispiece
        Page 1
    Title Page
        Page 2
        Page 3
    Dedication
        Page 4
    Table of Contents
        Page 5
        Page 6
    The box of letters
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
    Tom and the dark
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 14a
        Page 15
        Page 16
    Tom makes a surprise
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
    Nurse's make-believe story
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
    Tom and the clock
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
    Tom and the sun
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
    Nurse's true story
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
    Tom has a secret
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
    Tom lies in bed
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
    Tom and the others
        Page 64
        Page 65
        Page 66
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
    Mamma's story about the others
        Page 70
        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
        Page 74
        Page 75
    Tom very ill
        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
        Page 79
        Page 80
    Tom gets well
        Page 81
        Page 82
        Page 83
        Page 84
        Page 85
        Page 86
    Tom at the sea
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
        Page 93
    A poor little Tom
        Page 94
        Page 95
        Page 96
        Page 97
        Page 98
        Page 98a
        Page 99
        Page 100
    Tom's hen
        Page 101
        Page 102
        Page 103
        Page 104
        Page 105
        Page 106
    Tom and the chickens
        Page 107
        Page 108
        Page 109
        Page 110
        Page 111
        Page 112
        Page 113
    Tom and the big house
        Page 114
        Page 115
        Page 116
        Page 117
        Page 118
        Page 119
    Tom gets a letter
        Page 120
        Page 121
        Page 122
        Page 123
    Tom sends a letter
        Page 124
        Page 124a
        Page 125
        Page 126
        Page 127
    Story about a chicken
        Page 128
        Page 129
        Page 130
        Page 131
        Page 132
        Page 133
        Page 134
        Page 135
    Tom tells a story
        Page 136
        Page 137
        Page 138
        Page 139
        Page 140
        Page 141
    Tom and doggie
        Page 142
        Page 143
        Page 144
        Page 145
        Page 146
        Page 147
        Page 148
    Tom begins the work
        Page 149
        Page 150
        Page 151
        Page 152
        Page 153
        Page 154
    Tom's birthday
        Page 155
        Page 156
        Page 157
        Page 158
        Page 158a
        Page 159
        Page 160
        Page 161
    Tom builds a nest
        Page 162
        Page 163
        Page 164
        Page 165
        Page 166
        Page 167
    Tom reads
        Page 168
        Page 169
        Page 170
    Tom in the water
        Page 171
        Page 172
        Page 173
        Page 174
        Page 175
    Tom goes to the hole behind the bush
        Page 176
        Page 177
        Page 178
        Page 179
        Page 180
        Page 181
    Tom's present to Mamma
        Page 182
        Page 183
        Page 184
        Page 185
        Page 186
        Page 187
    Tom keeps another birthday
        Page 188
        Page 189
        Page 190
        Page 191
        Page 192
        Page 193
        Page 194
    Advertising
        Page 195
        Page 196
        Page 197
        Page 198
        Page 199
        Page 200
        Page 201
        Page 202
    Back Cover
        Page 203
        Page 204
    Spine
        Page 205
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CHAP. PAGE
I.--THE BOX OF LETTERS 7
II.-TOM AND THE DARK 11
III.-TOM MAKES A SURPRISE 17
LV.--NURSE'S MAKE-BELIEVE STORY 24
V.-TOM AND THE CLOCK 83
VI.-TOM AND THE SUN 38
VII.-NURSE'S TRUE STORY 44
VIIl.-TOM HAS A SECRET 51
IX.-Tom LIES IN BED 58
X.-TOM AND THE OTHERS 64
XI.-MAMMA'S STORY ABOUT THE OTHERS 70
XII.-TOM VERY ILL 76
XIII.-ToM GETS WELL 81
XIV.-TOM AT THE SEA 87
XV.-A POOR LITTLE TOM 94
XVI.-ToM's HEN 101
XVII.-TOM AND THE CHICKENS 107
XVIII.-TOM AND THE BIG HOUSE 114
XIX.-TOM GETS A LETTER 120
XX.-TOM SENDS A LETTER 124
XXI.-STORY ABOUT A CHICKEN 128
XXII.-TOM TELLS A STORY 136







6 Contents.
CHAP.
XXIII.-ToM AND DOGGIE
XXIV.-TOM BEGINS THE WORK
XXV.-ToM's BIRTHDAY
XXVI.-ToM BUILDS A NEST
XXVII.-ToM READS
XXVIII.-TOM IN THE WATER .
XXIX.-ToM GOES TO THE HOLE BEHIND
XXX.-ToM's PRESENT TO MAMMA
XXXI.--TOM KEEPS ANOTHER BIRTHDAY


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155
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THE BUSH 176
182
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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.


TOM AT THE SEA (page 93)
TOM AND THE DARK
A POOR LITTLE TOM
TOM SENDS A LETTER
TOM'S BIRTHDAY


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TOM.


CHAPTER I.
THE BOX OF LETTERS.

OM was a little boy, who knew very
little, and could do very little. He
had brown hair and brown eyes, and
reached a little above the handle of the nursery
door. With his nurse and mamma he led a
very happy life. When he was not out, he
generally stayed in the nursery, but often his
nurse washed his hands, brushed his hair, and
put on a clean pinafore, and took him down to
the drawing-room. The drawing-room was a
grand room, full of beautiful things that he was
allowed to look at, but not to touch. His
mamma sat amongst them reading a book and
working, for she could both read and work.






8 The Box of Letters.
Sometimes she stopped to have. a game with
him by the ottoman, which was very nice of
her. His nurse also played with him sometimes
in the nursery after tea. They played hide-and-
seek and blind-man's-buff, but the most delicious
of all was the mulberry bush. Tom could not
say the words, but he could hold hands and go
round watching the others say them. One day
his mamma brought him a painted box full of
square little bits of wood painted white, with
black marks on them. Tom did not know what
they were for, but thought it was a puzzle. He
had once had a puzzle.
"Do you put them up ?" he asked his mamma.
"Yes!" she answered,-" you put them up
into words. Some day you must learn the
names of them all."
"I know!" said Tom. "They're letters! The
book you were reading yesterday was full of
letters-nurse said they were."
"I was reading," said his mamma.
Tom took a handful of the little square bits
of wood in his hand and let them slip through
his fingers; almost every black mark on them
was different.






The Box of Letters. 9
"Does papa know the names of all these'?"
he asked, after looking at them a minute.
Yes," said his mamma.
"Both the big and the little?" asked Tom,
astonished.
Yes," answered his mamma.
Tom had always thought a great deal of his
papa, but he thought a great deal more of him
after hearing that. All he wished was to be
exactly like him. He gave a sigh.
"I never could," he said.
Oh yes," said his mamma; "some day you
will be able. There's time enough yet-you're
a very little boy."
But," said Tom, I've been littler-nurse
said so."
Quite true," answered his mamma. You
can do a great many things now that you
couldn't do a short time ago. You can walk
about without anybody helping you, and can
sit in a chair without a bar put across it to
keep you from falling out."
And some day," said Tom, his eyes spark-
ling, "nurse says I'll be able to have a knife
and cut up my own dinner, and be able to






10 The Box of Letters.
button my boots, and wash my oun face!
Think of that !"
Yes," said his mamma, and read."
Tom's eyes sparkled more.
"Exactly like papa !" he said. And then
he asked, after a minute, "How long will it
take ? Till to-morrow ?"
"Longer than that," answered she.
"A week ? said Tom, "that's a long time."
Even longer," said she.
Tom sighed. He was in a great hurry. He
looked at his mamma.
"But you hadn't to learn like me ?" he said.
"Yes I" she answered, "indeed I had, for
many, many days,-over and over again."
"Didn't you even know these names?" asked
Tom, showing her the letters.
"No," said she "not one."-
"I'll never be able !" said Tom, with another
sigh.
"Yes, you will," answered she, "if you try.
I know you will."
"You're quite sure ?" said Tom; then I'll
begin."
For his mamma knew everything.














CHAPTER II.


TOM AND THE DARK.

OM was afraid of the dark; every
night, when the candle was taken
away, he was afraid. He not only
pulled the sheet over his eyes, but over his
whole head. He was frightened to look up lest
he should see the dark; frightened to put out
his hand lest he should feel the dark; fright-
ened to speak or move lest the dark should
hear him-and yet he told nobody. Not even
his mamma when she kissed him after his
prayers, or his nurse when she tied on his pina-
fore and buttoned his boots, or the housemaid,
or cook, or coachman, or gardener. He told
nobody.
Beside the tool-house, there was a plum-tree
growing out of the grass; Tom could reach the
lowest branch to sit on it. It had taken him






Tom and the Dark.


a long time to grow up to that branch, but he
had done it. There he would sit and think of
all the things he knew to think about, while his
mamma was out with the coachman, and the
gardener was cross. He would look at the sun
shining on the laurel bushes and into the win-
dows of the house, and on the slates and chim-
neys, and he would wish that it might be
always day, so that the dark might never come.
But what was the good of wishing ? In the
summer time, no sooner was his tea finished
than it came; and in the winter time it did not
even wait for that, but spread itself all over
the nursery and nursery-landing even before
the cloth was on.
Some evenings his mamma would say,-
"Do you think Tom could fetch my work-
basket from the table in my room ?"
That was dreadful. He had to go up the
back stairs, because he was not allowed to go
up the front, and unless the housemaid was
carrying down coals or water, with a candle,
there he was sure to meet the dark. As he
passed the spare bed-room and house-maid's
closet he felt it; as he moved he knew it was






Tom anzd thze Da~rk.


after him; wherever he looked he saw it, all
round him and before him and above him.
Very often he thought he never should be
able to reach the work-basket and get back to
the house-maid's closet alive. When he did he
clutched hold of the banister and ran-ran as
hard as he could, till he got to the light in the
passage, and he knew he was safe then. One
night when he had gone through it all worse
than usual, and slammed out the dark, his
mamma said,-
"Why, Tom! I believe you're afraid!"
Tom hung his head, looked straight down
his pinafore, along the buttons on his frock to
his shoes. It was no good saying he wasn't,
because his mamma knew everything.
"Get on my knee," said his mamma, which
he did with a jump. Then she looked at him,
and he looked at her. She was very nice to
look at.
"After to-night," said she, you needn't be
afraid, for there's always a candle alight outside
your window, up in the sky."
No!" said Tom, with a sigh. "Not really?"
It was too much to believe.






Tom and the Dark.


"Look for yourself," said his mamma, and
you shall see. Ask nurse to leave your blind
up. As long as the dark stays, it keeps alight,
and when the day comes, it goes out. Look
for yourself and you shall see."
"Who puts it out ?" asked Tom.
The same Person who lighted it," said his
mamma.
Tom sat quiet, thinking. He could not
fancy what it would feel like not to be afraid
of the dark. When his nurse came in and
said,-
It's seven o'clock, Master Tom," he put his
mouth to his mamma's ear, and whispered,
"Will it be alight now?" And she said, "Yes."
His nurse undressed him, laid him in his
crib and pulled up the blind; then she took
the candle and went out. But no sooner had he
heard her go than he dragged the sheet over
his head as usual, for, even though his mamma
knew everything, he was afraid to look. It
was no good trying, he could'nt do it. Sud-
denly he felt a hand upon the sheet. He heard
it moving and breathing beside him.. He had
often made a mistake before, but this time it
























































"0, MAMMA," SAID HE, "ON PURPOSE FOR ME?"






Tom and the Dark.


was true. It was the dark. He was horribly.
frightened.
"Tom," said his mamma's voice, have you
looked ?"
Tom started up.
"Oh, mamma !" cried he. Why didn't you
tell me it was you ?"
"But have you looked ?" asked she.
No," said he.
Give me your hand," said she, "uncover
your face and turn round. There now, have
you looked V?"
Tom moved up and stared through the room,
out of the window. He had fast hold of her
hand. There was the candle alight in the sky,
as she said; only, not one, but four, five, six,-
he could not count them. It was quite true.
"Oh, mamma !" said he, breathless. "On
purpose for me ?"
On purpose for you," said she, and she laid
down his face on the pillow and kissed it.
After that Tom never pulled the sheet over his
head, or turned his face to the wall for fear of
the dark, for he knew the candles were all
alight in the sky to watch him.






16 Tom and thke Dark.

The next day his mamma read him these
lines, and when he grew older he learnt to
repeat them:-

O LITTLE star, up in the sky,
Where do you hide yourself all the day
Is it the wind that makes you fly I
Or is it the sun that drives you away
0 little star, dear little star 1
Couldn't you come down to me some day I
I cannot reach you, you are so far !
Mightn't we have one game of play 2
I would be kind, bright little star !
I would be careful to mind what you say !
I want to touch you, to feel what you are :
You could go back when they call you away !
0 little boy, I cannot come !
Even to have one game of play !
I'm not afraid of the wind or the sun,
But I watch all night and I wait all day!
I have a light to keep through the night,
To shine on the boys in the world that stay :
My little light must always look bright,
It would be naughty to run away !
Good night, good night, little boy, good night 1
And then, good morning a happy day 1
Behind the sun I am keeping my light,
To be ready when he goes away !














CHAPTER III.


TOM MAKES A SURPRISE.

' UURSE," said Tom, one morning,
after his face had been washed; "I
want to give mamma a surprise.
Wouldn't it be nice?"
"What kind of surprise ?" asked his nurse.
"Oh, don't you know ?" said Tom. "Shut
your eyes, and now-look I That kind of sur-
prise. That's the nicest."
Well," said nurse; "and what will you do?"
"The worst is," said Tom, with a sigh, "that
I can't make anything. If I could only make
a bird to fly up all of a. sudden into her room
and begin singing, or a flower to grow up all of
a sudden, for her to say, How sweet it is!
But I can't, so there's nothing but-shut your
eyes, and now-look !"
"Think of it," said his nurse, as she fastened


oil W,






18 Tom makes a Surprise.
his pinafore and let him go. Tom sat down at
once, and tried to look at nothing or do no-
thing but think. In a minute, before she had
put the brush and comb into the drawer, he
had jumped up.
"I've got it !" he said. "I'll paint her a
picture of the house and garden, with every-
body she knows in it! I know she likes
pictures, because she's always nailing them on
to her wall. I think I've got colours enough if
I wash the yellow clean. Won't it be a nice
surprise, pinned on the wall ? Shut your eyes,
and now-look !"
Capital," said his nurse.
"I'll put you in !" said Tom. "Yes, I will!
And the gardener, and the coachman, and papa,
and Doggie, and mamma herself. Do you think
she'd care for herself ?"
I don't know," said his nurse.
"Well," said Tom, "it does not much
matter."
Tom got out his paint box, and rubbed the
lid clean, to have it ready. After breakfast he
carried his things under the plum-tree. He
had taken care his mamma was in the drawing-






Tom makes a Surfrise. 19
room, writing, so that she shouldn't see. He
settled first to draw the house, and then the
people standing beside it. -
"I can put papa and mamma in easily," he
said to himself. I needn't look at them to see
how to draw them. I'm sure I've seen them
long enough."
He drew the house in the middle of the
paper, leaving holes for the windows, and
painted the bricks red and the slates and chim-
neys blue. The slates and chimneys ran into
the bricks, but that did not matter. Then he
put in the laurel bushes, with a bird singing on
the top of each, because he thought it would
please his mamma, and then painted the ground
and sky. When that was done, he found the
house and sky and ground were so thick that
he couldn't paint anything more. upon them,
and that the people must go somewhere else.
After thinking a minute he took his thumb and
rubbed it over the wet paint, along the grass at
the end of the paper, so as to leave room for his
papa, mamma, nurse, Doggie, and himself to
stand in a row. The coachman and gardener
he couldn't get in. Tom felt he was getting on.






20 Tom makes a Surprise.
His papa and mamma and nurse were easy to
draw, and he got them done in two minutes,
but he found himself and Doggie more difficult.
However, Ddggie's four legs were a great help,
as be was the only one that had four legs on
the paper, so that there was no mistaking him.
Tom was quite glad when it was finished, and
he had nothing more to do but look at it. Of
course it was not very like, because, how could
any sky, or house, or garden, or live papa and
mamma be made with a brush dipped in paint ?
Tom leaned back, wishing he knew letters
enough to put,-
"Painted by Tom,"
at the bottom of all, but as he only knew letters
in general, and not any ones in particular, he
could not do it. Then he saw his mamma
coming down the gravel-walk with a parasol,
and he hid his picture behind the tree, put a
stone on the top of it, and tried to look as if
he had not painted anything.
Get up, Tom 1" called his mamma; the
grass is damp."
Tom jumped up, with his eye on the picture
under the stone.





Tom makes a Sur rise. 21
"Why," said his mamma; "look at your
frock. It's quite wet. Run in to nurse and
get her to change it-quick, now 1"
Tom made a dash at his picture, and got
hold of it safely. Then he ran to the house,
carrying it before him with both hands, and
keeping his eyes on it all the time. As he
reached the top of the garden-steps, and was
turning into the passage, he came against his
papa. Oh, papa I" cried he, in a great fright;
"You've run the grass right intd Doggie's back!
Just look!"
His papa seemed quite puzzled.
"What is it ?" he asked.
"It's a picture," said Tom proudly. "Don't
you see? There's the house, and sky, and gar-
den, and all of us! I'm going to nail it on
mamma's wall."
Tom's papa took a corner, of the paper be-
tween his finger and thumb, and held it up to
look at it. Then he burst out laughing.
"Is it funny?" asked Tom. "I'm so glad!"
When he got it back from his papa, he took it
to the nursery. His nurse laid down her sew-
ing, and as soon as she saw it she laughed also.






22 Tom makes a Surprise.
"I can't see what you find funny in it," said
Tom. Papa, also, found it funny. I'm so glad!
I made it."
After he had had his frock changed, he ran
to his mamma's room. His nurse had advised
him not to nail it on the wall, but to set it on
the dressing-table, where his mamma would see
it nearer. When he had done so, Tom went to
hide behind the dressing-room door, so as to
catch her when she came in.
The surprise went off beautifully; Tom
couldn't have wished it to have been better.
His mamma walked in without guessing that
anyone was there, and he frightened her dread-
fully by pouncing out upon her. Then he made
her shut her eyes, and led her carefully, as
though she had been really blind, round the
table and chair, and through the doorway, in
front of the dressing-table, when he suddenly
cried, "Look!"
And when she did look she was delighted.
She not only found it as funny as his papa and
nurse had found it, and laughed a great deal,
but she recognized everybody excepting Doggie,
whom she took to be a bush.






Tom makes a Surfrise. 23
I don't wonder," said Tom. If I hadn't
known I should have taken him to be a bush
too. Papa sent the grass int6 him, that's what
it was!"
After his mamma had looked long enough,
Tom asked to have it back. He wanted to
show it to the cook and gardener, and to the
coachman, who was waiting at the door to go
out with his mamma. Tom ran about till he had
shown it to them all, and they had all agreed
it was very fine; so before he went to bed he
had settled to paint a great many more pictures,
and one was to be of the whole world, holding
everybody, with the sea round it, and the sky
over it, filled with the sun, and moon, and all
the stars.













CHAPTER IV.
NURSE'S MAKE-BELIEVE STORY.

LL this time Tom was busy growing.
He did not know when, or how,. or
where he grew, but he was growing,
till he quite surprised his mamma and nurse.
The things he used to find big, he soon found
small; and the things he used to find heavy, he
soon found light; and the things he used to
find high, he soon found low. At first he
thought it was the things that changed and not
he, for he couldn't believe that he was moving
up every day quietly in that way, without his
knowing it. And as he sat growing, on the
branch of the plum-tree, when his mamma was
out with the coachman, he would look up the
water-pipe by the side of the house, up the
slates and chimney, to the sky, and wonder if
that would stop him, or if that would not, what
would.






Nurse's Story. 25
In the morning his mamma had him beside
her to tell him a part of the things she knew,
for she knew everything. As Tom listened, he
used to think how nice it must be to be big and
to know everything. But what astonished him
most was to hear she had once been as small
as he, and had moved up in exactly the same
way without her knowing it. Looking at her,
and then at himself, he could hardly believe it
was true. After she had told him many things
that were hard to understand, and he was quite
tired of understanding, she would tell him
something easy. What he liked best was to
hear of all the other Toms there were in the
world, like him, and yet not like him; the good
little Toms, and the bad little Toms, and the
poor little Toms who had no papa, no mamma,
no nurse, no Doggie, and not even a house with
one door and no windows. Then there were
the happy little Toms, who, besides hearing
what their mammas and nurses said, could tell
what the wind, and sea, and flowers were say-
ing,-had only to step out into the garden and
listen to hear everything. And the happy
little Toms who could see something more in






26 Nurse's Slory.
the sky, and grass, and trees than everybody
else saw, because their eyes were like nobody
else's. Oh, how Tom wished to be one of them!
Tom's nurse knew a great many stories, and
used to tell him them in the afternoon while
she sat sewing. Tom did not care to paint or
sail his boat, or do anything but listen, while
she told them, He drew his stool against the
wall opposite her, and watched her. She knew
two kinds of stories, the make-believe stories,
and the true stories. The make-believe stories
were about fairies, and giants, and witches, but
the true stories were about real people, and
animals, and things. Tom chose which he
liked best to hear. One Saturday it was wet,
and he could not go out. He had sailed his
boat, and painted a picture of a man and a
pump, and was tired, so he asked his nurse to
tell him a story.
"A true story or a make-believe one ?" asked
she. "A make-believe," said Tom.
"Well," said she, "you must give me time
to think." "Just while I settle myself," said
Tom; "not longer."
He settled himself slowly while she thought.






Nurse's Story. 27
"Now I'm ready," said he. "Please begin."
"There was a little boy," said she, "who
lived in a little house all by himself. The little
house had one room, one window, one chimney,
and one door. The little boy had one table,
one stool, one box, and one bed; but he had no
name, because there never had been any one to
name him. Just behind the house there was a
wood, where the trees grew so high that they
touched the sky, and the birds who built their
nests there, lived, and sang, and flew about in
the sky. Although the little boy had no papa,
or mamma, or nurse, he had many friends. All
the animals in the neighbourhood were his
friends. They used to come to his little house
on purpose to visit him, and sometimes he had
so large a party that the little room would not
hold them, and they had to go outside the little
door, and sit on the grass in front. When the
animals went home they used to say to each
other, 'He is a dear, good, kind little boy !'
"Not far from the little house there was a big
house, in which lived a big giant. Everything
about him was big, but he was bigger than all,
and when he went out walking the world looked






28 Nurse's Story.
quite small beside him. The little boy was
afraid of the giant, not because he was big, but
because he was cruel, and liked to make people
unhappy. One morning the little boy was pre-
paring a dinner for the birds, when the big
giant came up.
"'In three days,' he said, very-loud, for he
could not speak low, 'I'll be back about this
time, to pick you up and put you in a cage
with a perch and a little water.'
The little boy did not know what to say, so
he said nothing; but he felt rather uncomfort-
able.
"'Nobody can prevent me,' said. the giant,
still louder, because I'm bigger than anybody.
I shall prick you with pins to make you dance.
Do you hear ?'
"'Yes,' said the little boy, 'I hear.'
"The giant nodded and went h6me, leaving
him thinking of the cage with a perch, and a
little water, and being pricked with pins to
make him dance.
"'We heard also,' said all the birds overhead.
Never mind, dear, good, kind little boy.'
But you're so little, and he's so big!' said






Nurse's Story. 29
the little boy with a sigh. We'll talk about it
in our nests overhead,' said the birds, and take
care of you when the time comes. Don't be
afraid.'
"When the birds had gone, the little boy
went back to his house. He set the table, and
stool, and bed, and box straight, for he liked to
have everything tidy. Then he boiled a little
pot of. soup on the fire, to take for his supper.
As he listened to it bubbling, he thought of the
birds in their nests overhead, and wondered
what they could do to help him.
"Meanwhile the giant had bought a cage
with a perch, and a tin of water. What's that
for ?' asked Mrs. Giant, who was sewing with
a needle as large as a poker.
"'The funniest little boy you can fancy,'
answered Mr. Giant. 'I'm going to prick him
with pins to make him dance.'
"'"Do let me be by to see it,' said Mrs.
Giant; there's nothing I should like better.'
"The last day came, and the little boy got
up as usual, and set his little room, with' the
stool, and box, and table, and bed, straight and
tidy. The birds were singing very merrily





30 Nurse's Slory.
overhead, .but had not said anything to him,
nor sent him any message. Towards afternoon
he began to think seriously of the cage, and
perch, and little tin of water, for he believed he
was forgotten. After his tea he went behind
the house and sat on a stone. It grew darker
and darker. Presently he heard a rushing noise,
and knew it must be the giant walking through
the leaves, and his heart beat very fast. But
instead of the giant, there flew down a great
company of birds, more than he had ever seen
before, and spread themselves at his feet all in
a row. There was a blackbird at their head
whom the little boy knew.
"'Good evening,' said the blackbird, nodding
his head. 'Here we are. We must be quick
too, for we've only five minutes by the sun.'
"'What are you going to do said the little
boy.
"'There's no time to ask questions,' said the
blackbird; 'you must just do as you're bid.
Stand up and come forward.'
"The little boy did so. 'What do you see?'
said the blackbird. 'Birds, and birds, and
birds!' answered the little boy, quite astonished.





Nurse's Story. 31
"'Well,' said the blackbird, 'step up upon my
back, and lay yourself down gently on the top
of us.' 'But I'll hurt you,' said the little boy;
' I'm so heavy, you'll never be able to lift me.'
"'Silence!' said the blackbird. 'Order, do as
you're bid. Time's going.'
"The little boy stepped on to the blackbird,
as he was told, and laid himself down gently
across the backs of the birds, who stood quite
still. 'Are you comfortable?' asked all the
birds together. 'Do our feathers suit you?'
"'It's delicious!' said the little boy, shutting
his eyes. 'Silence!' called the blackbird. 'Order,
time's up, mount.' As he spoke, all the birds
spread their wings and began flying up steadily.
"' Keep time !' said the blackbird. Gently!
Together !'
The little boy opened his eyes and saw he
was passing up through the trees. He had
never felt anything so delicious in his life before.
Meanwhile the giant had got the cage
ready, with a little perch, and a little tin of
water, and left the door open for the little boy
to step in. Then he took his hat and went out,.
feeling very merry. As he passed the dining-
C






32 Nurse's Story.
room, he said to Mrs. Giant,-'I'll be back in
half an hour. Have the pins ready.'
"He walked along to the little house, opened
the door, stooped down, and peeped in. There
was nobody there.
"'Ah!' said he, smiling, 'he's hiding, I sup-
pose !'
"Then he stretched out his hand and felt
inside the box, under the table, behind the door,
in the bed, and even up the chimney, but there
was nobody there. Then he went outside and
called, at first a little crossly, and then very
crossly, but it was of no use, there was nobody
there. The little boy was gone. He had
reached the top branches, and was going to live
in the sky with the birds."
"And," asked Tom, "did he never come
down ?"
"No," answered his nurse; "he was so happy,
he never wanted to come down. But the giant
returned home quite angry, and took the cage
with the perch and tin of water, and threw it
out of the window, and the pins had to be used
for something else."













CHAPTER V.
TOM AND THE CLOCK.

N the drawing-room mantelpiece there
was a gold clock with a staring, round
face. Tom's papa and mamma often went up
to it and looked at it.
Why do you do that ?" said Tom, "it hasn't
a nice face."
Tom's papa lifted him in his arms.
It tells us something," he said.
"Does it ?" said Tom. "How ? Is it speak-
ing now?"
"Yes," said his papa ; "listen."
Tom listened. He heard it ticking. Is
that noise speaking?" he asked. "What does
it tell?"
Look at the hands," said his papa.
"They're alive !" cried Tom; "I know it's
alive. But why does it stay up there always ?
Can't it get down and move about, if it's alive ?"






34 Tom and the Clock.
His papa went a step nearer. Tom peeped
all round it.
"There can't be anyone inside," he said;
"there's no room; it's too small."
His papa set him down. Then he put his
hand into his pocket and drew out another little
round, staring face.
"It's alive too," said Tom, "I know; mam-
ma keeps one. Is it because you love them so
much that you carry them about with you in
your pockets ?"
His papa smiled. This face tells me a great
deal," he said; "it is always speaking inside
my pocket,"
What does it say ?" asked Tom.
"It tells me when it is time to get up, and
when it is breakfast, and dinner, and bed-time."
"How can it know ?" said Tom, looking hard
at it.
"And who do you think tells it ?" said his
papa; guess."
Tom thought a minute. Then he looked -at
him. "You,'?" he asked.
His papa shook his head.
"Ah," he said, "you will never guess. Go






Tom and the Clock.


to the window and look out. It's someone
there."
Tom ran quickly to the window. He looked
all over the garden, and amongst the bushes and
trees.
There's nobody about," said he. The gar-
dener must be in his house. Do you still see
him, papa ?"
"Yes," said his papa.


Tom looked again.
it could be.
"Do tell me!" he
pointed to the sun.
That,"'said Tom.
anything to do with
How could it ?"
His papa laughed.


He could not guess who

said, at last. His papa


"No !
it; it's


The sun hasn't
up in the sky.


"Look Tom," he said,


these little hands are very wise; they know
more than you do; they tell everybody when
it is morning, and when it is afternoon, and
when it is night, and when to-day will be fin-
ished and to-morrow will begin, so that we may
always be ready."
"Really ?" said Tom.
Yes," said his papa, "in the morning it says,






Tom and the Clock.


The sun is shining, it is time to get up; and in
the middle of the day it says, The morning is
over, you. have only the afternoon-be quick!
and in the evening.it says, The sun is setting, the
whole day is finished, you have only the night."
"And at night," cried Tom, "it says, The sun
has quite gone away, go to sleep It is bed-
time."
"Are there many live clocks in the world ?"
asked Tom. "Does everybody keep one to tell
them about the sun ?"
"Yes," answered his papa.
"I thought they were stupid, staring things,"
said Tom. I didn't know. Is there a great
deal more that I don't know ?"
A very great deal," answered his papa.
Tom looked at the little round face. How
long do the hands take to go round ?" he asked.
" One must be hurt-it moves much slower than
the other. Poor thing I may I help it on a
little bit ?"
"No," said his papa; "you mustn't touch it.
It doesn't like to be touched. There's nothing
the matter. Only, the long hand goes round
fast, and tells every minute that passes; and the






Tom and the Clock.


short hand follows slowly, and tells every hour.
When it comes to each of those black marks,
which are numbers, it likes to count them out
aloud. Listen, now-count." Tom counted
carefully. It sounded nine times.
Now I know," said he, quite pleased. It's
nine o'clock! The sun has told the clock so,
and the clock has told me. How long does the
poor little hand take to get quite round the
face ?"
"Twelve hours," answered his papa. "A
whole day."
"Twelve hours," said Tom. I'm glad I know
how much time a day is, that I may be ready.
And the night ?"
"Twelve hours," answered his papa.
And," said Tom, "when we're quite, quite
dark, can it really tell how soon the sun will
come back and make light again ?"
"Yes !" said his papa. "It not only tells,
but it always tells right."
Tom bent quite close to the little face.
"I don't wonder papa loves you," he said;
"and always carries you about in his pocket.'
I love you too, now !"













CHAPTER VI.
TOM AND THE SUN.

" HAT are you doing, Tom ?" said
his mamma, coming into the draw-
ing-room. Tom was sitting on a
stool by the window. He pointed with his
finger.
"Look among the leaves," he said. "How
it glares! What a shining fiery eye !"
His mamma looked, and saw the sun peeping
through the trees.
"I know a great deal about it," he went on.
"Shall I tell it you ?"
"Do," answered she, sitting down beside
him. She had her work in her hands.
I used to think," said Tom, that the sun
did nothing up in the sky but shine down and
make a light. Now papa's told me. Do you
know what it does ?"





Tom and the Sun.


Let me hear," said she.
Tom covered his arms tightly with his pina-
fore. "Keeps us warm !" cried he.
"Yes," said his mamma. Tom laid his head
on her knee.
"When I stood on the steps this morning,"
he said, I felt something warm creeping right
down me. It was the sun. Only fancy me
feeling the sun, mamma."
They sat quiet a minute looking at it among
the leaves. It got redder and redder.
Mamma !" .cried Tom, it's falling! Look,
it's come down quite near. May I go behind
and see it? I've never seen it near."
If you were to go behind, you would not
find it near," said his mamma.
But it is there," cried he. "I see it. Have
you been out there to look ?"
Run away if you like," said she, and see
for yourself."
Tom did not wait a minute, he was so afraid
of the sun going away before he got there. He
ran straight across the grass, under the trees.
Everything around seemed red. But the sun
had moved; it was a long way off-he could






Tom and the Sun.


only look at it as before. He came slowly back
across the grass. His mamma opened the
drawing-room window.
"Did you find it ?" she called. Tom shook
his head.
"It's moved away! moved quite out of the
garden! Perhaps I didn't run quick enough."
'" Come upstairs," said she. He ran into the
room.
"Did you see it go ? I didn't. I'll try again
to-morrow."
Listen to me, Tom," said she, laying down
her work. "When you're a man, you want to
go through all the world and see everything,
don't you ?"
"Yes !" cried he, "and I will."
"A long, long way ?" said she.
"Yes !" answered Tom; everywhere."
But," she went on, "do you know that
however far you go, though you were to go
everywhere, you would never get to the sun."
Tom looked at her, and then at it out of the
window. He could scarcely see it now through
the leaves.
"Has nobody ?" he asked.






Tom and the Sun.


Nobody," answered she.
Tom sighed. He had so wished to go close
up to the sun and see what it was made of, and
what it felt like.
"Never ?" he asked.
Never."
"' What's the good of it's being so near, if we
can't get at it ?" he said. "Aren't you sorry
mamma ? Wouldn't you have liked very much
to go ?"
"There are many places I can't go to dear,"
she answered; "I can only stand a long way
off and think how beautiful they will be."
Are there ?" said Tom. Where ?"
"Ask me again to-night, before you go up-
stairs to bed."
Tom did not forget. After tea, when it was
bed-time, he ran into the drawing-room to say
good-night. 'His papa and mamma were sitting
by the table with the lamp upon it. Tom al-
ways liked to see the lamp; it shone all round
the room like a little yellow sun.
"Are you coming to show me the places,
mamma ?" he asked. She took his hand and
led him to the window.






Tom and the Sun.


Push back the curtain," she said.
"It's all dark outside," cried Tom. "You
can scarcely see the garden I've looked."
His mamma pushed back the curtain and
pulled up the blind. Then she lifted Tom in
her arms and pointed to the sky, where all the
little lights were burning.
"There they are."
Are all those lights places up in the sky ?"
asked Tom.
Yes," she answered.
He sighed.
"And can nobody ever get there ?"
'"No."
"But the birds do !" cried he, "I've seen
them go up 1 They can go straight from the
trees to the very top, can't they ?"
His papa had now left his chair beside the
lamp, and stood at the window also.
"Even the birds, Tom," he answered, can't
get there I They can only go a very little way
up on their wings."
What a big, big sky I" said Tom; "and how
high it is Don't you know anything at all
that goes on up there ?"






Tom and the Sun.


Very little," said his mamma.
"Does nobody ?" asked he, quite surprised.
Some one does. Some one knows all about
it. Do you know who ?" asked his papa.
"Yes," whispered Tom. "I know,-God."
"Who made it ?" asked he.
Tom looked round. It was a great, wide
place, filled with lights.
I know," he whispered again. God."
Then he turned and put his arms round his
mamma's neck. Mamma, if He has made it,
and can get there, couldn't He take me with
Him some day ? Do you think He would ?"
"Some day, perhaps," said she. "He is a
good God, Tom."












CHAPTER VII.


NURSE'S TRUE STORY.

OM'S nurse could tell true stories just
as well as she could tell make-believe
stories. One of them was this :-
"Bob and Harry were brothers, and lived in a
small, dark, uncomfortable room, because their
mother was poor. All day, while she was out
washing, they were left by themselves to play.
They were not allowed to go into the streets,
for fear of being run over; they had only one
toy between them, which was a woolly sheep.
When Harry played with the woolly sheep
Bob had nothing to do. In the room there was
a table, two chairs, a bed, and a clock, but they
were no good to play with, and they were for-
bidden to open the window, in case they leaned
over and tumbled out into the street. It was
rather stupid, playing all day with a woolly
sheep, but still more stupid not having any-






Nurse's True Story. 45
thing to play with. Before their mother went
out she generally left them a slice of bread to
eat if they were hungry. Sometimes she had
no bread to give them, so, whether they were
hungry or not, they had to go without. Bob
was the eldest. He was very good to Harry.
He used often to wish for the woolly sheep, but
said nothing, that Harry might have it. On
Saturday afternoons their mother came home
earlier, and they sometimes had bacon or cheese
for supper.
"Once or twice their mother sent them to-
gether to leave a parcel at a house near. They
knew the house well; it had a brown door, and
through the windows they saw the room full of
beautiful things. Bob took care of Harry at
the crossings, because he was the biggest. One
evening they left the parcel and returned home.
Their mother was sitting at the table, very pale
and tired with washing. As soon as supper was
finished, Harry ran to the corner to fetch his
sheep. It was gone! He looked everywhere
for it; under the chairs, and table, and bed,
and inside the fender, but he could not see it.
Some one had taken it. In despair Harry





46 Nurse's True Story.
began to cry. His mother was too tired with
washing to find out what was the matter; but
Bob went to him, and. when he heard what it
was he was in despair too. It was their only
toy, and they did not know what they could do
without it. Bob was a good, kind, eldest
brother. He thought more of Harry than he
thought of himself, and, instead of crying also,
he tried to comfort him. They searched about
everywhere till it grew dark. Then they had
to stop looking and go to bed, for their mother
was too poor to buy candles to give them light.
But early in the morning, before his mother or
Harry was awake, Bob was up again searching.
He wanted to find it for Harry, and thought it
would be ,so dreadful to pass the whole day
without it. After going over the room, he
slipped out, and felt his way down the stairs.
It was very dark, and in some places dirty. At
last in the corner he came upon something
hard. It was their sheep 1 Quite happy, he ran
to their room, but when he reached the day-
light he stopped. The poor, dear sheep had
fallen over the staircase, and was so dreadfully
hurt that Bob scarcely knew it. It had lost its






Nurse's True Story. 47
head, and two of its legs, and all its beautiful
white wool.
At the sight of it Bob sat down on the top
step and cried bitterly. All his happiness was
gone. After a minute he dried his eyes and
looked to see if it could possibly be mended.
The worst was, he had no friends to mend it for
him, and no money to pay for a friend to do it.
As he sat thinking he remembered the cobbler
next door, who had once given him an apple.
So Bob settled in his mind to run down to him
as soon as he heard the neighbours getting up.
The cobbler was an early man, and began his
work early. Bob carried the poor hurt sheep
in his arms.
"'Sir,' said he, holding it forward, 'it's
tumbled over the staircase, and had its head
and two legs broken, and all its wool rubbed off.
It's the only toy Harry has to play with. If
you will mend it for us, I'll pay you the first
moment I grow big and can work for the
money. I won't forget.'
The cobbler looked at Bob through his spec-
tacles. Then he took the poor hurt sheep
gently in his arms, and felt it all over. Bob
D





48 Nurse's True Story.
watched his face anxiously. At last the cobbler
shook his head,-
"' Nothing can be done,' he said; it's all
broken to pieces.'
Bob could not bear to hear this. In spite of
himself, the tears rose up and rolled down his
cheeks.
"' Never mind,' said the cobbler, looking at
him again, don't take on so. Leave it with
me, and call to-morrow afternoon.'
"' Thank you,' said Bob; if you can mend
it, the first moment I'm big I'll pay you for it,
I promise!'
He ran back to their room hopeful, though
not quite comforted. Harry was very miserable.
The first thing that he remembered on waking
was that the sheep was gone, and as soon as
their mother had left to wash he began to look
again for it. Bob followed him everywhere,
without telling him he had found it, and wish-
ing very much the next afternoon would come.
The day seemed dreadfully long without it.
Bob was delighted when it was bedtime. The
next day he did not say a word to Harry where
he was going. He found the cobbler quietly






Nurse's True Story. 49
stitching, as though he had forgotten the sheep
altogether.
"' Where is it ?' said Bob, timidly.
"' Open the press,' answered the cobbler,
stopping in his work to point to it. Bob did so.
On the shelf there stood a sheep, like their
sheep, and yet not like it, for it was bigger,
whiter, and more woolly.
"'Ah!' said Bob, his face flushing, 'I
mustn't touch this; even when I grow big I
shall never get money enough to pay for that 1
What have you done, sir ?'
"' Won't it do ?' said the cobbler.
"' I couldn't take it,' said Bob, sadly; 'it's
too beautiful. I never could pay for it.'
"'Never mind,' said the cobbler, 'it's a
present. There, run away with it to your
brother. He'll be waiting!'
"Bob did not stop to thank him. He ran as
fast as he could to Harry, and held out the
sheep.
"'It's for us! it's for us!' he cried. 'Isn't
it a beauty ?'
"Harry could scarcely believe his eyes and
cars. He was so surprised and happy that he






50 Nurse s True Slory.
did not know what to think. They examined
it carefully together for a long time, and then
ran down to the cobbler, to thank him before
they began to play with it.
"' The first moment we're big,' said Bob, for
he could speak best, and had thought of what
to say, we'll work for the money, and pay
you for the sheep. You may trust us, for we
won't forget.'
And they kept their word; for, when they
had grown strong, and could work and gain
money, they took their first earnings to the old
cobbler, to pay for the sheep."













CHAPTER VIII.
TOM HAS A SECRET.

" ^^ AMMA," said Tom, one rainy day
Y 1 when he was playing in the draw-
ing-room, I want a secret to keep,
papa's been telling me how."
"Very well," said his mamma, laying the
book she was reading down on her knee. Tom
left his toys on the ottoman and ran round the
table to the fire.
"Are you keeping a great many secrets ?" he
asked, looking curiously at her.
Yes," answered she, a great many."
Give me one," said Tom, everybody's got
a secret but me."
Come closer," said his mamma, and I'll
whisper something."
Tom did so. There was nobody in the room
to hear. As soon as he heard what it was he
clapped his hands.






Tom has a Secret.


"Now," said his mamma, "remember you
don't tell."
Oh no," said Tom, of course not."
He went back to the ottoman and put his
toys in the box, feeling very proud. When he
had shut the lid, he ran out of the room. The
housemaid was on the stairs carrying down a
tray.
Jane," said Tom, can you keep a secret ?
I can."
"Can you ?" said Jane, stopping on the land-
ing to rest.
Yes," said Tom. "I've got a secret which
I'm not going to tell; but you may guess it if
you like."
"Perhaps I might guess right," said Jane,
"and that would not do."
That's not at all likely," answered Tom,
"for it's nothing to do with a housemaid at all.
It's about papa."
Your papa's away," said Jane.
"Yes; but he's coming back on Thursday."
said Tom. "You must guess the rest, for it's
there the secret begins."
When he reached the nursery his nurse was






Tom has a Secret.


cutting the bread for his tea. She knew exactly
how thick he liked it. "Nurse," said Tom,
"I've got a secret, like everybody. You
mustn't call me a little boy any longer."
"It's only a little boy who puts his elbows
on the table and won't stop kicking the bar of
his chair when he's told not," said his nurse.
"That's nothing to do with it," said Tom.
"I'm keeping a secret. Only think! Ever since
mamma told me in the drawing-room."
And for how long ?" asked his nurse.
Till papa comes back, of course!" said Tom,
"what would be the use of it after that ?"
"Why," said his nurse, you're letting it out.
Take care !"
No," said Tom, "I'm not, I know about it
and you don't; it isn't that at all."
"Well," said his nurse, "sit down and eat
your tea. People that can keep secrets never
talk a great deal."
Tom said no more, but watched her spread-
ing his bread. The milk was creamy at the
top, and the bread and jam good. Tom liked
his tea. After he had taken it slowly, and had
quite finished, he slipped off his chair.






Tom has a Secret.


"Where are you going ?" asked his nurse.
To the gardener," said Tom, he's out rak-
ing. I saw him. I've something to say."
"You may only stay out five minutes," said
she. "It's too late to be out longer. Don't
forget."
Tom went down the stairs with his hat in
his hand. The dining-room door was open and
the servant laying his mamma's dinner, for she
took dinner in the dining-room, just after he
went to bed. Tom ran in.
"Richard," said he, "I'm keeping a secret.
Are you ?"
Richard laid the forks down that were in his
hand.
If I had a secret," said he, shaking his head,
"I'd tell nobody. I'd keep that a secret too."
How funny !" said Tom, stopping short to
understand better. "Tell nobody! how can
you help it ?"
It took some time to learn," said Richard;
"but that's what I call keeping a secret."
Tom looked on as he laid the knives beside
the spoons and set down the salts. Then he
ran out into the garden. The gardener was






Tom has a Secret. 55
raking the earth smooth under the rose-bushes.
Tom ran across the gravel-walk and threw him-
self down on the grass.
Gardener," said he presently, "if you had a
secret to keep, would you tell anybody?
Richard says he wouldn't."
The gardener stopped raking, and took his
hat off to cool his head.
I wish you'd tell me," said Tom. Richard
wouldn't."
"Neither would I," said the gardener.
"Thank you," said Tom; "that's all I
wanted. Go on with your raking."
In a minute his nurse came out on the garden-
steps and signed to him to come. It was time
to go to bed.
"Nurse," he asked, "while he walked up-
stairs, when will it be Thursday ?"
"This is Monday," answered she.
"Two whole days and three whole nights,"
said Tom, with a sigh, after counting. I wish
she hadn't whispered it till Wednesday after-
noon !
Tuesday was very slow of passing, and so was
Wednesday. Nothing happened, except that a






56 Tom has a Secret.
strange cat ran into the drawing-room and ran
out again, quite frightened. On Thursday
morning his papa came home. Tom ran down
in a great hurry to see him.
Well," said he, "has it come? has it come V
Has what come ?" asked his papa, laughing.
"The bird the bird I" said Tom staring all
round. "Where is it-do let me see it."
"What do you know about it ?" asked his
papa, still laughing.
"Why," said Tom, proudly, I heard about
it long ago. But nobody else knew. It was a
secret."!
"And," said his papa, "did you tell no one
that you had a secret ?"
"Nobody but Richard, and the gardener, and
nurse, and Jane," said Tom; "and even they
didn't guess it was a bird. .Mamma knew it
already, for it was she who told me."
Well," said his papa, come in here."
He opened the dining-room door, and in the
window, on a high perch, Tom saw a beautiful
white bird with little round eyes and a yellow
crest on the top of its head. Tom ran up to it
delighted.






Tom has a Secret.


Oh, papa!" he said, "is it going to live here
always ? It's far more beautiful than a parrot,
or a cock, or a robin redbreast."
Why," said his papa, I've brought it for a
dear little boy I know. Can you guess who ?"
Tom thought a moment. His papa put his
hand on his shoulder, and bent down and kissed
him.
Can't you guess who ?" he said again.
Tom looked at his mamma.
"Not me ?" he said. "Papa couldn't mean
me, could he?"
I think he does," said she, smiling.
"Oh, papa!" cried Tom, jumping for joy,
"thank you thank you It's much nicer than
a pump, or a wheelbarrow, or a wooden bird
that has to be pinched to make it squeak. It's
perfectly lovely !"
Tom's papa and mamma seemed almost as.
much pleased as he was. All the time they ate
their breakfasts Tom danced round the table,
or stopped to look at the beautiful bird; and
before they had done he had quite learnt its
name, even although it was a very long and
difficult one. It was a Cockatoo.













CHAPTER IX.
TOM, LIES IN BED.

'" URSE," said Tom, sitting up, and
peeping over the rails of his crib,
"aren't you coming ?"
"Lie down again," answered she. "You're
not going to get up this morning."
"But," said Tom, surprised, "I always get
up in the morning 1"
His nurse came beside his crib, and tucked
the sheet round him. You're to lie still to-
day," she said; "your papa and mamma say so."
Tom thought it very strange. He never
heard of anyone ever lying in bed in the day,
when the sun was shining and the birds were
singing. The green blind was down, and every-
thing in the room looked green. It was not
like the light of day or the dark of night.
Presently his mamma came in, all newly
dressed, before going down to breakfast.






Tom Lies in Bed.


"Mamma," said Tom, giving her his hand,
"I'm so hot. Feel me. Is the summer coming?
I thought you said it was near winter-time, and
that winter was cold?
So it is," said his mamma; "but you're
hot because you're not well. You must lie
quiet, like a good little boy, and you'll soon be
quite well again."
"Is lying in bed in the day-time, with the
blind down, not being well ?" asked Tom.
Yes," said his mamma.
I may have my toys, though I'm not well,"
said he. I suppose that doesn't matter. I
should like them here-inside the crib beside
me,-my horse and my drum, and my box of
soldiers."
Nurse will give you them," said his mamma,
" and I will come up and play with you."
"It is very nice not being well," said Tom.
" I like it. Do I have breakfast, and dinner,
and tea ?"
Certainly," said his mamma.
It was such a funny day, unlike any other,
Tom did not know when the morning was over
and the afternoon began, except for his dinner,






Tomi Lies in Bed.


that came in between; and even that was a
different dinner from usual. Instead of meat
and potatoes and pudding, he only had pudding
in a white basin, with blue birds and flowers
painted on it. His nurse poured some milk
over it to make it nice, and it was very nice,
indeed.
Only it isn't dinner, you know!" said Tom,
as he handed her back the spoon. "It isn't
breakfast, or dinner, or tea-I don't know what
it is !"
After he had finished he lay down again, and
began to play. He set the soldiers all in a row
by the pillow, and made the horse stand in
front of them. It was a beautiful horse, quite
white, with black eyes and tail, and a red
leather bridle. He liked it the best of all his
toys, because it looked so real and like a live
horse. It was very difficult to keep the soldiers
from falling over the edge of the mattress, and
at last one of them did fall on to the floor, and
broke his leg-poor man Tom got his nurse
to pick him up, and tie up his leg with a piece
of rag; then he made a soft bed for him in the
blanket, and covered him over with the sheet.






Tom Lies in Bed.


The other soldiers stood and stared all the
time.
You don't care a bit," said Tom to them.
"I've a great mind to break all your legs, and
make you care, now!" And he gave the sheet
a little pull, and upset them; but they only
fell in a heap together, without being hurt.
I like you best," said Tom, putting his arm
round his horse's neck. You are a nice beast.
When I'm a man I'm going to ride on a horse
just like you-all white, with black eyes and
tail, and a red bridle. Papa said so."
Just then his mamma came in.
"It has been such a funny day I" said Tom.
"Has it been as funny a day downstairs."
I think it has," said she; but I've come
upstairs now on purpose to play with you.
Won't you like it ?"
We'll not play," said Tom. "I'm tired of
playing, and the soldiers have tumbled in a
heap. You'll tell me things-I like to hear
things. How's Polly? who gave him his sugar ?"
Papa did," answered she; "and he lifted
it up in his claw, and pecked and pecked till it
was all done."






62 Tom Lies in Bed.
"Was it a big lump ?" asked Tom. I
always choose a big lump-a little pointed, so
that he can peck easier. Was it ?"
"I think it was," said she.
I wish you'd tell him I'm not well, in bed,
with the blinds down," said Tom. He'll be
surprised, perhaps, at not seeing me."
His mamma promised she would. He lay
still a minute.
Last night, in my dreams, I must have run
about a great deal," he said presently, I
ache so. I don't remember where I went, but
it must have been a very long way. I'm as
hot as summer, and you're as cool as winter!
What makes it? Did anybody ever lie in bed
for a whole day, as I've done, mamma ?"
"A great many," said she.
Tom was surprised.
I suppose," he said, they'll have had their
toys beside them to play with inside their
cribs ?"
His mamma shook her head.
"A great many have no toys at all to play
with, and a great many can't play with the
toys they have," said she, sadly.






Tom Lies in Bed.


"No toys!" cried Tom. (He was thinking
what he could have done without his horse, and
soldiers, and drum.) "Are they lying in bed
now ?" asked he, slowly.
Yes," answered his mamma.
Tom lay quite still a minute. He was very
sorry for them.
Couldn't I send them my toys, just for one
day ?" he said at last. "Not the horse, you
know, but the train, and pump, and soldiers.
They may have them. Nurse knows where
they are. I'd like to give them a play for one
day. Will you send them ?"
His mamma looked quite pleased.
"That would be nice!" said she, smiling.
"Oh, how nice!"
S"Stop a minute," said Tom; there's one
thing to tell them. Please say that one of the
screws is loose in the pump, and they must
take care how they lift the handle; and that
one of the soldiers tumbled down and broke his
leg, and it's tied up with a piece of rag."
"I won't forget," said his mamma, still
smiling.












CHAPTER X.


TOM AND THE OTHERS.

HE next day was even funnier. Tom
did not want to do anything but lie
still, with his eyes shut; and he felt
so sleepy that he thought he must have made
a mistake, and asked three times if it was
not night, and why his nurse had not gone to
bed. His mamma came in very softly, and sat
down beside his crib. He liked to see her
there, when he opened his eyes, and to feel she
was there, when he shut them. I know now
what being ill is," he said. "It's not only
lying in bed, with the blind down, but it's
something from head to foot, that makes you
hot in the winter-time."
He quite forgot about his dinner, and did
not care to eat it when his nurse brought it in.
One mouthful more, for my sake," said his
mamma, lifting the spoon.






Tom and the Others.


Tom did not know what "for my sake"
meant. One mouthful more to please me,"
explained she. Tom found it very hard to
swallow; but he did swallow it.
"And just another," said she, smiling. He
shook his head.
I don't want to please you any more," he
said. But she bent down and kissed him so
sweetly that he had to take it.
I'm so tired !" said he, when he lay down
again. "Are the others all as tired as me
lying in their cribs ?"
"Yes," said his mamma. "Poor little Tom!"
"Tell me about them," he said. "I wish
they were here, that I might see them, and
speak to them through the bars."
His mamma came nearer, so that he could
look at her face, as he lay and listened. How
many days do they lie ?" asked Tom.
Some a great many days," answered she,
" and some months, and some years. They get
very tired of lying."
Tom remembered what his mamma had told
him the night before.
And no toys," he said, with a sigh.






Tom and the Others.


Not only no toys," said she; but no
mamma, and no nurse. Think of that 1"
Tom was very much puzzled.
What do they do ?" he asked. The tears
came into her eyes.
Ah," said she, sadly; I don't know."
"Why don't you tell papa?" said Tom.
"Papa can't know. Why doesn't he go to
them, and send them a mamma and a nurse ?
Papa can do everything. Will you ask him
at dinner-time, please ? Say what you said to
me, and I'm sure he will."
"What was it?" asked she. "I don't re-
member."
For my-" said Tom; but he forgot the
last word.
"Sake,"' said his mamma. "You shall ask
him yourself."
In the evening Tom was quite wide awake,
just as though it was not bed-time, but time to
get up. He heard his papa's step coming up
the stair on purpose to see him.
Papa papa !" said he, I'm so glad!
Mamma has been telling me about the others
lying in their cribs like me, only they haven't






Tom and the Others.


any toys, or mamma, or nurse !-only think !
You will send them each one, won't you, to-
night ? You wouldn't let them be without
them, would you? I knew you didn't know !"
So mamma has been telling you," said his
papa. You've a great many nice things,
haven't you, Tom."
"Yes," said Tom, gravely. He was thinking
of his horse, and the pudding he had yesterday,
and his shoes with mother-of-pearl buttons, and
his picture-book, and a great many things.
And," said he, looking at his papa, after
thinking of them all, "you're keeping more for
me,-a lot more things !"
"Yes," said his papa, smiling; You are a
happy little Tom."
Tom put out his hand. I'm as hot as sum-
mer I" he said. Isn't it funny ?"
The green blind was still down, and there
was a night-light on the table. Tom looked
round.
It's so funny !" he said. Everything's
funny. The room's funny, and full of funny
things. There are a lot of black monkeys
under the table. Do you see them ?"






Torn and the Oz'kers.


"Nonsense !" said his papa. "You're dream-
ing, Tom !"
But they're there," said Tom. "You aren't
low enough to see. Bend down where I am
and look. What a number I They're running
out-catch them !"
"Tom," said his papa, "there are no black
monkeys in the room at all; it's your fancy.
You'll see them directly," said Tom;
"there's one just come round the leg of the
table. They've got such long black tails. Don't
let them get on the bed. Go away-go I"
You needn't be afraid," said his papa.
" Try and believe me, and not what you see.
There are no monkeys in the room-none in
the house."
"But I see them," said Tom. "How can
you say so ? They must have come in when
you were out. Perhaps through the garden
door. Look beside the night-light how they
are jumping about !"
His mamma came in at that minute.
"Tom says," said his papa to her, that
some black monkeys are jumping about the
room. Do you see them ?"






Tom and the Others.


His mamma looked all round.
"No, I certainly do not," she said.
"How funny!" said Tom. "They're so black
and ugly. I don't mind them as long as they
keep off the bed."
I'm going to sit close beside you," said she.
"You needn't be afraid of anything. Now,
shut your eyes-they've gone-haven't they ?"
"I don't see them," answered Tom; "but I
hear them all the same. They're jumping, and
crawling, and scratching."
"Good night !" said his papa, before going
downstairs.
And the others," said Tom-" don't forget
-will you, papa ?"
His papa promised he would not.
Mamma," said Tom, tell me a story about
the others. It's nicer than sleeping and dream-
ing. Please do."
Very well," said she. Shut your eyes."
Tom looked round to see that there were no
monkeys near the bed; then he shut his eyes
tight, and listened to his mamma's story about
the others.














CHAPTER XI.
MAMMA'S STORY ABOUT THE OTHERS.
ARNEY was a little boy like Tom.
He used to sit beside his papa at
breakfast, and his papa sometimes
gave him a piece of his toast, buttered, or a
little bit of bread and jam. Then Barney used
to run into the lobby, and get his papa's hat and
stick ready for him to go out. He could not
reach up to help him on with his coat, but he
could smooth it down with his hands when it
was on. My little servant," said his papa,
smiling, I must pay you with a little kiss."
Barney liked being a little servant paid by a
kiss. He watched till just before the door was
shut, lest his papa should forget to pay him,
and one morning his papa did forget.
"Now, you must give me two!" said he,
catching hold of his sleeve : and his papa did.






Mamma's Story. .71
In the evenings, Barney used to run down
the steps and along the garden walk, to open
the gate for his papa. He went early because it
took him some time to open it, and he liked to
have it ready. His papa looked so pleased to
see him standing waiting with the gate open.
Sometimes Barney would go behind the bushes
and pretend no one was there, just to watch
what his papa would do. It was great fun to see
him look up the gravel walk, and round, and
then think Barney had not come, when all the
time he was close by, peeping. After a minute
he would run out and surprise him, or jump
upon him from behind, like a wild beast. All
this was great fun. But one day in the winter-
time, Barney had no more fun. He had to go
to bed, with the blind down. It hurt him to
move, and it hurt him to lie still. Even open-
ing his eyes and looking hurt him. His papa
ate his breakfast without Barney beside him,
and had no one to. get his hat and stick, or
smooth down his coat. In the evenings, when
he came to the gate, he had to open it all by
himself, and there was really nobody hid behind
the bushes, peeping. He had to go along the






72 Mamma's Story.
gravel walk, up the steps, and up stairs to see
Barney, instead of Barney running down to see
him.
"Papa," said Barney, "it hurts so 1"
"I'm very sorry," said his papa.
But, papa," said he, beginning to cry, it
hurts too much-stop it !"
"Don't cry," said his papa. "Bear it like
a man now, Barney I"
How long must I bear it ?" asked he, look-
ing at him.
"Till I come back," answered his papa.
"You will try, won't you ?"
"And," said Barney, will that do instead
of being your servant, and opening the gate,
and getting your hat and stick ? Will it do as
well ?"
"Better, answered his papa; "much better."
He stopped crying directly.
Then, I will," he said.
Barney watched till his papa had gone out of
the room, and then he listened for his step
down the stairs, and heard him shut the front-
door. Then he closed his mouth very tight,
and tried not to cry, for it hurt him dreadfully.






Mamma's Story. 73
"Barney," he said to himself, as though some
one else was saying it to him-" bear it like a
man till papa comes back I-Bear it like a man
till papa comes back !"
At first it was easy; but after a little it got
harder and harder, and at last he could not.
He pulled the sheet over his face, that Jane
might not see he was crying, or think he had
not borne it like a man. But in a short time
she pulled down the sheet and saw, and he had
to tell her all.
"But, oh, Jane I" he said. "I wish papa
knew. It's so long and so hard trying !"
Only a little longer," said Jane; "and think
how pleased papa will be."
Barney tried to forget how it hurt, to please
his papa. He looked at the flowers on the
wall opposite, and listened to the clock on the
chimney-piece, and he kept the sheet down and
did not cry.
Now," said Jane, "you ARE brave !"
"Will it be much longer before papa comes
back ?" asked he. How much longer ?"
Not much," said Jane. Look, there's the
dark coming I"






Mamma's Story.


Barney thought it a very long time. He did
not know what to do to keep himself from cry-
ing. It was no use trying. "Jane," he said
at last, I can't try any more !"
"A little longer," said Jane; a very little
longer."
He listened hard for his papa to open tne
door, and walk up the stairs. Every minute he
wished he would come; for every minute he
thought he must cry again.
If papa had known how hard it was," he
said to Jane, he never would have asked me
to try I"
"Listen," said Jane; do you hear ?"
Barney listened. It was he. He heard the
door open, and somebody come up the stairs.
Oh, papa! papa !" he called out. "I've
tried as long as I could, and I can't bear it like
a man!"
His papa came in, and lifted him gently in
his arms.
"Poor Barney !" he said so kindly. "Poor
Barney 1-is it very bad ?"
Very bad," said Jane, coming up; but he
has borne it like a man."


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Mamma's Story. 75
Barney put his head down on his papa's
shoulder. It hurt less then.
"My good little servant," said papa; "now
I must pay you." And he gave him one, two,
three, four kisses. Barney felt quite happy.
He had not known this was coming.
I'd rather be a good servant than cry," he
said ; and I'll try harder to-morrow."
Thank you, Barney," said his papa. You
do work hard for me."
"Can you open the gate all by yourself ?"
asked he; or do you want me to do it ?"
I want you to do it," said his papa.
"I'll come back soon," said he. "Won't I ?
After I have borne it like a man ?"
"Yes 1" And he did.













CHAPTER XII.


TOM VERY ILL.

FTER this Tom got quite dazed, as
though he was neither awake nor
asleep. He did not remember which
was day and which was night; and neither his
mamma, nor nurse, nor anything in the
room looked real. He even forgot his break-
fast and dinner and tea. He would have called
to his mamma, had she looked real; but he did
not know what to do amongst so many strange
things.
"Mamma," he said at last, "what time is
it ? Dinner-time or tea-time ?"
"Why, my darling ?" answered she. "Are
you hungry ?"
Very," said Tom. I've been a long way.
Where have I been ?"
You've been ill," said his mamma.






Tom Very Ill. 77
"But I've been away 1" said Tom. I've
only just come back. Where can I have been?"
"I don't know," answered she ; "but you're
going to stay at home now, and get quite well."
"' Yes," said Tom, I don't want to go away
again. It was too far-it tires me. I can't
move my arms and legs. I'm so tired !"
You shall rest as long as you like," said she.
"Shut your eyes, and don't talk."
Tom did not say any more; but he kept his
eyes open. He was looking straight above him,
and all round. The things looked quite real,
but different. Even the cracks in the ceiling
and the -spots on the wall looked different.
Mamma," said Tom, what have you been
doing since I've been away ? Everything's
new I and"-he said, looking at her-" you're
new, too How funny 1"
"Is this new ?" asked his mamma, holding
up a little bowl, with a cover on it. Tom
looked at the blue birds and flowers painted
on it. They're bluer," he said.
His mamma took up the spoon. Inside the
basin was beautiful, soft, white pudding. "Open
your mouth. There, does that taste new ?"






78 Tom Very Ill.
"Nice and new I" said Tom, as he opened
his mouth for another mouthful. "I don't
think I've had any dinner since I've been away.
I'm so hungry. May I have as many dinners
as I like now ?"
You must rest first," said his mamma.
Very soon his papa came in to see him.
"I've been away," said Tom, "and nobody
can tell me where Mamma doesn't know, and
nurse doesn't know. Do you know ?"
"No, I do not," said his papa. "Are you
very tired?"
"Yes," said Tom; "I can't move When
shall I be rested enough to go downstairs again ?
I forget what it is like downstairs. Is it as
new as upstairs ? Is everybody as new ?"
Quite as new," answered his papa, laughing.
It's so nice being at home again," said Tom,
shutting his eyes again. When he opened
them, after a little, he felt more rested. His
nurse was sitting sewing by his crib.
"How new you do look !" said Tom.
"You're new all over. Your face, and your
cap, and your apron. Is there nothing old
left ? Am I new ?"






Tom Very II. 79
"You shall see," said she, "when you are
quite rested."
Couldn't I walk to the looking-glass ?"
asked Tom. It's only round the table, and
across. I used to hop there before I went
away.
"You're too tired still," said his nurse.
"You must wait a little."
"I wish I could find my way back," said
Tom; "just to be able to say where I've been.
I can't remember anything about the place."
At tea-time Tom found his tea as new as his
dinner, and quite as nice. He also asked his
mamma if he was new; but she said just the
same as nurse,-that, as soon as he was rested,
he should see for himself. Tom wished very
much to have done resting.
How long was I away ?" he asked. "Since
breakfast-time ?"
Longer than. that," said his mamma.
Did you think I was never coming back ?"
he asked.
"I'm glad you have come back," said his
mamma, and you mustn't run away again."
"How new it will be to walk about again ?"
F





80 Tom Very Ill.
said Tom; and to jump, and run, and hop I
What fun I Has the winter come outside ? Is
it cold ? It's summer in bed."
Pull up the blind," said his mamma to his
nurse. Nurse did so. His mamma helped to
lift Tom, so that he could see through the win-
dow. New white snow covered the garden all
over. The winter had come.
Oh, how clean and new," said Tom, de-
lighted; and how quietly it's come without
my knowing I Who's covered it all V"
"Don't you know, Tom ?" said his mamma.
"Wouldn't you like to thank Him '."
"Yes !" said Tom ; and he folded his hands
and shut his eyes, while his mamma and he
said-" Thank God 1" together.













CHAPTER XIII.
TOM GETS WELL.

T last Tom was rested enough to walk
downstairs, and among the tables and
chairs, without finding it at all too far.
One morning he asked if he might go outside
to see the gardener and coachman, and his
mamma said, "Yes." The gardener was sweep-
ing the garden-walk : Tom ran up to him.
"Why, Master Tom!" said he, looking up;
"so you're about again! I'm very glad to see
you. You look as fresh as a rose."
Don't I look new ?" said Tom. "I'm new
all over."
Come here," said the gardener. "I've got
something for you."
Have you ?" said Tom, quite pleased, for he
liked to get anything. "What is it ?"
The gardener walked into the tool-house, and






Tom Gets Well.


Tom ran after him. He lifted down a pot
from the shelf, and showed it to Tom. Inside
was a beautiful little green plant, .with long
green leaves and stalks, and white flowers
hanging from the top.
That's for you," said the gardener.
Oh, how white and pretty !" said Tom. Is
that really growing for me ? Did you make it
grow for me ?"
Yes," answered the gardener. I've kept
it ready on the shelf, and the flowers only came
out yesterday."
"I see they're quite new," said Tom. May
I take it to the nursery, and keep it for myself ?
Will it grow without you ?"
Oh, yes !" said the gardener. "You must
give it some water every day."
Tom put his two hands round the pot, and,
held it very tight. He thought he had never
seen anything so pretty before. He thanked
the gardener, and walked very gently, not to
hurt the green leaves and white flowers; but it
did shake them a good deal. When he came
to the steps he laid it down in a nice, quiet
corner, till he had been to see the coachman.





Tom Gels Well.


He was washing the carriage, and looked quite
pleased to see Tom.
"It's me," said Tom. "Haven't I been a
long time away ? Are you quite well ?"
Quite well," answered the coachman; and
you look quite well, too, Master Tom. ['m
glad to see you about again."
"Yes," said& Tom, it's very nice, indeed,
walking about. I've walked up and down and
across everywhere, but I haven't hopped or
jumped yet."
You mustn't tire yourself," said the coach-
man's wife. She was a kind person who wore
a white cap, and sometimes gave him barley
sugar.
Oh!" answered Tom, "I've done resting
now; so I may tire myself as much as I like."
The coachman had walked inside his house.
Master Tom !" he called.
Tom ran in. He was bending down in one
corner, looking at something.
Do you see ?" he said to Tom.
Tom saw a box, with hay inside it, and
amongst the hay lay two white animals, with
soft, long ears and bright eyes.






Tom Gets Well.


"They're mice !" said Tom. "Big mice !"
"Not mice," said the coachman. "They're
rabbits. Don't you know rabbits ?"
Tom knelt down, and put his hand on the
back of one of them.
Oh, you dear rabbit !" he said, stroking it.
"How soft you are !" I thought you were a
mouse, but I see your ears are too long."
They're for you," said the coachman.
"For me!" said Tom. He did not know
what else to say, he felt so happy. Then he
remembered his mamma said he was never to
forget to say "Thank you," for anything he
got; so he stood up and said,-
"Thank you, dear coachman, for the rabbits."
"They had better live here," said the coach-
man; "because here they've a house of their
own; but you can come and see them."
Tom was stroking their backs again. Now
they were his own rabbits.
I'll come every day," said he. May I feed
them ?"
Oh, yes," answered the coachman. You
may do what you like with them."
They're my own," said Tom. Dear rab-






Tom Gets Well.


bits! I must go in and tell mamma." He ran
as fast as he could to the garden steps, and
found his plant in its pot, growing just as nicely
as before. Putting both his hands round it, he
carried it carefully in, and along the passage,
and upstairs to the drawing-room. His mamma
was sitting at the table writing a letter. Tom
set it down in front of her.
"That's mine!" he said. "Only think!-
the gardener made it grow for me when I was
away, and now it's mine! Isn't it beautiful ?"
"Very," said his mamma, looking at the
green leaves and white flowers. How kind
of the gardener to give it to you !"
But there's something else," said Tom.
"Only think !--something nicer. Guess ?"
"I really can't," said his mamma.
It wasn't the gardener," said Tom. "It
was the coachman. What do you think he's
given me ? Guess ?"
I really can't," said his mamma again.
"Two-what ?" said Tom. "Shall I tell
you ? Two rabbits!"
Two rabbits !" said his mamma, quite as
pleased as he was.






Tom Gets Well.


So white, and soft, and dear !" said Tom;
" and they live in a house of their own; but
they're all mine !"
"How very nice!" said his mamma; "and
you can go and see them as often as you like,
and stroke and pet them. How very nice !"
I'm so happy," said Tom, "I really don't
know what to do. I should like to jump.
May I jump round the room ?"
Go upstairs to the nursery passage," an-
swered his mamma. "Run away now."
Tom ran straight up the stairs to the nursery,
and told nurse about the flower in its pot, and
the two white rabbits in their house-all his
own. Then he jumped round the passage three
times, and then he went in to tea.












CHAPTER XIV.
TOM AT THE SEA.

F(', F all the wonderful things in the world
* .. that Tom had heard of but never seen,
he wanted to see the sea most. He could fancy
what a lion, or a balloon, or a Chinese was like,
by the pictures he had of them; but even
though the sea was painted at the beginning of
his "Boys' Book," he could not fancy it at all.
One day his mamma told him she was going to
take him to live near the sea, so that he should
not only see it, but be able to run down to the
edge of it, and touch it if he liked. Tom was
delighted. They were to go in the train, and
he was to wear a little round hat, like a sailor's,
and carry his wheelbarrow and wooden spade.
Tom's nurse had told him the ground beside the
sea was quite soft and dry, not like earth or
gravel, and that in it he should find shells
which he might pick up and take home with






Tom at the Sea.


him, for they belonged to nobody. The day
before they started his nurse folded his clothes
into a box, and wrote outside where the box
was going. Tom wanted her to put in his
pump and bricks, as well as his horse and,
Noah's Ark, but she had not room; ana even
though he said he'd rather leave his clothes be-
hind and take them instead, she said, "No,
certainly not."
On the day they were going, he was in a
great hurry, because his mamma had told him
the train never waited for anybody. He would
scarcely wait to eat his dinner, or let his mam-
ma eat hers. Before starting, he ran to the
gardener, and cook, and Richard, and said,
" Good-bye; when I come back I'll tell you all
about the sea."
Tom thought it great fun being inside a train.
When he saw it running into the station, look-
ing out of its two red eyes, he could scarcely
believe it was not alive, it was so like a long
black animal. His nurse had taken care his
wheelbarrow had been given to the people of
the train to keep till they should arrive, but he
carried his spade in his own hands. He sat






Tom at the Sea.


very quiet, because he had so much to look at
and think about.. The worst was, the train was
in such a hurry that it did not give him time
to see anything properly. The trees and
hedges and houses seemed as though they were
running, and even the sky could not stand still.
After looking and thinking till he was tired,
Tom fell asleep.
When he awoke it was quite dark. "Oh,
mamma I" he said, "I shan't be able to see the
sea."
"Not to-night," said his mamma, "but to-
morrow. To-night you will take your tea and
go to bed."
It's a long time to wait," said Tom with a
sigh. I wish it would grow light just for a
minute, to let me see it."
At last the train stopped. He got out with
his mamma, and his nurse went to fetch his box
of clothes and wheelbarrow. Then they drove
in a cab to the house. Everything looked so
funny and strange, and there was a stuffed
animal under a glass shade on the cabinet.
Tom's nurse took off his hat and coat, and gave
him his tea, and even the milk and bread tasted






Tom at the Sea.


different. He felt very sleepy and tired:
When he had gone up-stairs to bed and was un-
dressed, his mamma came up.
To-morrow," said she, "you shall see the
sea, but you may hear it to-night, if you like."
"Oh yes," said Tom, eagerly. He could not
imagine what there was to hear in the sea.
His mamma wrapped a shawl round him,
opened the window, and carried him to it. Tom
looked out. It was very dark, and at first he
could see nothing. He listened.
"Well," said his mamma, "what do you
hear ?"
"Such a noise !" said Tom, "such a great
noise !"
Can you see anything ?" asked she.
Tom pointed with his finger.
"Is it that flat place," he said, "just as if the
sky had come down and was lying in front of
the house ?"
"Yes," said his mamma. He listened again.
The noise went on.
Can't it be quiet ?" asked Tom.
"No," said his mamma, "it's going to hush
you to sleep," and she shut the window, and






Tom at the Sea.


carried him in to bed. He had not lain still a
minute before he started up. "Mamma!" he
said, "quite pleased, "I can hear it from here."
"I dare say," said his mamma. "Go to
sleep now, and dream about it till to-morrow
morning."
Tom did go to sleep, and dreamt about it.
He dreamt the sea had come up the stairs, and
into the room, and was all round him, so that
he had only to put his fingers outside the covers
to touch it. And he fancied it carried his bed
along with it out of the window, past the gar-
den, under the moon and stars--on and on.
What he saw he could not remember, but every-
thing was nice and beautiful.
Take me back now," Tom said in his dream,
"but come for me again, for I like it."
And the sea did take him back, for when he
woke in the daylight, he was snug in his bed,
in a dry room, and his nurse pouring the water
into his bath.
"Now," said Tom, jumping up, "I'm going
to have a very happy day."
His nurse did not allow him to go to the win-
dow till he was dressed, because she knew she






Tom at the Sea.


would never get him back again. No sooner
was his hair, nicely brushed and his pinafore
tied, than his mamma came in.
Good-morning, my boy," said she, kissing
him.
'Good-morning," said Tom. "I'm so happy
-are we going to the sea l"
Come along," said his mamma, and she took
his hand. They went down together, out at the
garden-door, and along the garden-walk. Be-
side it grew tall flowers, which she said were
hollyhocks. When they had reached the gate
Tom gave a great shout. There was the sea,
spread out beautifully before them, looking as
blue as the sky. Tom ran across the sand to
the edge of it and there stopped. The sea
splashed backwards and forwards at his feet and
left shells, and the air smelt of it. It was de-
licious. When he had stood a little while
looking, his mamma said, Come in to break-
fast now, and you shall come out immediately
after."
"May I play with the sea ?" asked Tom.
"Yes," said his mamma. They went in, but
he was so impatient he would scarcely eat. No






Tom at the Sea.


sooner had he finished than he put on his
sailor's hat, took his spade and wheelbarrow, and
ran out. The whole morning he played beside
the sea. It was delightful. He built castles
of sand, dug ditches, and filled his wheelbarrow
with shells and sea-weeds. His mamma sat by
with her work and a parasol. Sometimes he
stopped to look up and say, "I'm so happy!"
and she smiled. In the afternoon he went back
again. He did not think he could ever tire of
the sea, and, when it grew dark, and he had to
say good-night to it, he was quite sorry.
Have you had a happy day ?" asked his
nurse, as she put him to bed.
"Very," said Tom. "I'm going to sleep
quickly to make it to-morrow."
"Say, 'Thank God,'" said his nurse, folding
his hands.
"Thank God for the sea !" said Tom, and
then he fell asleep.












CHAPTER XV.
A POOR LITTLE TOM.
OM thought nothing could be more de-
lightful than dragging his horse after
him up and down the passage outside the
nursery-door. One morning, when he had
stopped to give the horse a short rest, his
mamma came up the stairs, with her bonnet
and shawl on.
You asked yesterday to know what a poor
little Tom was like," she said. I am going to
see one. Would you like to go, too ."
"No," said Tom, patting his horse on the
mane; "I don't care to see any poor little
Toms. I've got my cart to play with."
"Very well," said his mamma; "only per-
haps he might like to see you."
"I'd like to show him my horse!" said Tom.
" Don't you think it would do him good to see
it ? If I may take it, I'll go."






A Poor Little Tom. 95
His mamma waited while nurse fastened his
coat and neck-handkerchief and buttoned his
boots. Tom could put on his hat and gloves
himself. When he was ready, he took his
horse in both his arms, and ran downstairs.
The sun shone upon them the moment they
opened the door, and there were daisies and
dandelions growing alongside of the road. Tom
ran and jumped about, wondering how his
mamma could care to walk quietly, when run-
ning and jumping were so much nicer. They
passed three dogs, two ducks, and some hens,
besides the people and houses. While Tom
was busy jumping over a ditch and back again,
taking care not to slip into the dirty water, his
mamma stopped.
Here we are," she said. "Are you coming?"
Thank you," said Tom; "it's so nice out
here jumping, that I don't think I will. I don't
care to see any poor little Toms."
She said nothing, but knocked at the door,
and soon it was opened by a tall woman with
a thin face, in a white cap. Tom saw her be-
tween his jumps. After his mamma had been
in for a while, and he had jumped five times
G






A Poor Little Tom.


across the ditch and back, and given his horse
a drink, he ran across the road, and, standing
on tiptoe, peeped in at the window. He couldn't
see much because of the muslin blind. While
he stood there, the poor little Tom's mamma
noticed him, and called him in. The room was
very dark after the sunshine, but he saw a bed
with somebody in it, and his mamma sitting
beside it.
Well, Tom," said she; and what have you
to say ?"
Tom ran up to her, and stared at the poor
little Tom who lay against the pillow, staring
at him.
May I ask questions V" said Tom, at last.
"Does it hurt you to speak ?"
"No," whispered the child.
"What do you do all day?" said Tom. "Do
you look at the flies ? Can you count ?"
The child shook his head.
That's a pity," said. Tom. It's great fun
counting. I can count up to twelve."
The child not only stared at Tom's face, but
all down him; at his silk neck-handkerchief,
and coat and boots.




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