The Baldwin Library
THE PANT OMVIMVE.
RCUS WARD & Co., LONDON,
fD ROYAL ULSTER WORKS, BELFAST.
H. RUTHERFURD RUSSELL
AUTHOR OF TOM"
WARD & CO., 67, CHANDOS STREET
AND ROYAL ULSTER WORKS, BELFAST
BUILD A SHIP
GOES TO LONDON
GOES TO THE PANTOMIME
GOES TO THE ZOOLOGICAL GARDENS
GOES TO LOOK FOR CATS .
WRITES A LETTER TO THE QUEEN
BUYS PRESENTS AND GOES HOME
GIVES HIS PRESENTS .
HEARS ABOUT THE MARTYRS
GIVES UP THE THING HE LIKES BEST
GOES TO CATCH TADPOLES
PAYS A VISIT .
LEARNS A NEW LESSON
GETS INTO DISGRACE .
GOES TO SEE ARCHIE'S GRANDPAPA
MAKES AN ACQUAINTANCE
GIVES HIS EARNINGS
HELPS A POOR BIRD IN DISTRESS
MAKES FRIENDS WITH THE BEES
MAKES ENEMIES OF THE WASPS
TOM SEVEN YEARS OLD.
I.-TOM WANTS TO BUILD A SHIP.
OM was growing
deed. He had
He had seen the
trees and bushes and plants in
the world round
Live again sev(
he was no Ion
0 the sight, an
tell when it was coming. He
to a hundred stars in the sky,
him die and
en times, so that
Shad counted up
and had found
out that there were many, many, many more
than a hundred,
though there was only
moon, and that a big one.
He also knew that
this moon and these stars were not nearly as
small as they looked, and only appeared so be-
they were a long way off,
far up above
the clouds, much higher than the lark could fly.
He had learnt a great many names besides his
own-names of animals and birds and
trees and flowers, the names of all the letters,
and some of the notes on the piano, and even
the names of the countries which lay far away,
outside the garden, and
beyond the road.
Tom wanted to go everywhere, and to see
He was quite
his papa showed him, on a painted map, what
a very little corner of the
might start, he was told-
As soon as you have a ship of your own."
So he seriously began to
to take them to anybody who would
he was gr
be a man.
away he longed
for time was passing,
to go with them; but
had wings of their own to
over the sea, and did not require ships to sail
Tom Wants to Build a Ship. 9
in. The two pieces of land he wished most
to go to, were freezing cold Iceland, and
burning hot India. He wished to see real live
white bears and roaring lions and tigers with
his own eyes, and not merely in pictures.
And after he had travelled all over Iceland
and India, he meant to go to Arabia, and
ride on the back of a camel across the sandy
desert, and sleep in a white tent at night.
In the drawing-room there were some tall
plants that had come from these hot countries.
They liked to stay indoors by the fire, how-
ever bright the sun might be shining outside,
and however much the flowers in the garden
might be enjoying it. They were different
from them altogether, and had different
names. Also, Tom knew that the oranges
he ate at dessert were picked off the trees in
these countries, where they grew like apples
on the apple-trees here; and in the drawers
of the cabinet in the study there were rows
of pretty shells which had been found on the
shores far away across the sea. But these
were not nearly all, for the house was full of
brought over in
drank hot every morning was made with the
dried leaves of a stranger plant, and his papa's
though it looked like
brown powder when it was put into the coffee-
pot, was really ground from stranger berries
given him when
quite a little boy, and the yellow canary in the
next house, were both travellers,
and had left
brothers and sisters behind them to live
in England, where sparrows and thrushes and
build their nests.
One evening, Tom had
slipped out to pick
up pieces of wood, when his papa met him.
" What are you doing?"
" Don't you remember ?"
" I told you long
I'm collecting for my
Come and see what a lot I've got.
His papa followed him
gardener knew of.
I'm getting on,"
_ __._ __
Tom Wants to Build a Slhi. I.
How much longer must I collect, do you
What a hurry you are in!" exclaimed his
papa. What do yo-1 want to run away for ?"
"Oh, papa, think!" said Tom; "think of
all there is to see! White bears, and roaring
lions and tigers!"
Come along with me," said his papa.
He opened the gate into the field. Cows
and sheep were busily eating the grass. It
was nice watching them. The cows had
horns, but they never seemed to use them,
and they appeared so sleek and gentle. One
or two raised their heads as Tom passed, and
looked at him kindly out of their large mild
eyes; but the others went on quietly taking
Papa," whispered Tom, not to disturb
them, I don't know if cows and sheep aren't
just as nice animals as lions and tigers, after
In the farm-yard cocks and hens and tur-
keys and geese strutted about. They were
not so bright to look at as canaries and
but they were
pretty all the same.
to see each one going his
ing his own language.
When at last Tom and
it was delightful
own way, and talk-
his papa turned to
go home through the field, the sun was setting
sun that shines
countries, hot and cold, far and near.
of orange-trees or palm-trees bef(
there was a nice green hazel wood full of nuts,
and two oaks covered with dear little acorns
from head to foot.
And instead of tall, strange
faces and difficult
there were daisies and buttercups and dande-
lions and red sorrel growing in the grass.
Tom jumped about in the sunlight. He did
not feel in such a dreadful hurry to have his
built and sail away in
very nice here-it could not be
where else-and the
that he knew so well
'he sun was
Daisies and buttercups
,and that knew him so
friendly cows and sheep, who let
him pat them as he passed, were very nice
C--------~- -I --
Tom IWants to Build a Shi.
"Papa!" cried he, "it's nice everywhere-
isn't it ?"
Yes, indeed," answered he. Tom, look
there! Where is the sun going ?"
He pointed to it. It was sinking like a
ball of fire. Tom knew quite well where it
was going, ever since he was a little boy, and
had thought it had fallen amongst the bushes
in the garden, and had run to pick it up.
Gone," answered he at once, to light up
other countries, and open the buds, and warm
other men and creatures, and shine on the
ships going backwards and forwards across
"Good-bye, sun, till to-morrow morning,"
said his papa, going into the house. And
Ton i.ft off picking up pieces of wood to
build his ship for that evening, and went in
XXII.-TOM READS HIS STORY. .
XXIII.-TOM DANCES AT MATTY'S WEDDING AND MAKES A
XXIV.-ToM READS ARCHIE'S STORY
XXV.-TOM THINKS HE HEARS ROBBERS .
XXVI.-TOM GOES BLACKBERRYING, AND MAKES BLACK-
BERRY JAM .
XXVII.-ToM PREPARES A NEW SURPRISE .
THE PANTOMIME (p. 24)
"HE WANTS TO GET OUT," SAID TOMI
TOM HAD A GREAT DEAL TO TELL HER .
"THERE TBEY ARE !" CRIED ARCHIE
A FALSE ALARM .
CHAP. II.-TOM GOES TO LONDON.
ST last one morning Tom's papa said to
Shim-"I am going to London on
Thursday, and you may come with me, if you
like, to see your aunt and cousins."
Tom would have chosen Iceland or India
or Arabia, had he been asked; but he was
only too happy to go anywhere, and jumped
about clapping his hands. He had seen some
pictures of London, and knew that, though
white bears and roaring lions and tigers did
not generally live there, still there were some
visiting the Zoological Gardens, and he might
perhaps be taken to see them. Besides his
aunt and cousins, he also wanted to see the
Queen on her throne with her crown and
sceptre, and the Lord Mayor in his gold
coach. Just before his box was shut, his
Tom goes to
mamma brought in a lot of paper, nicely
ruled, and a new red pencil.
"This, Tom," she said, "is for you to
write me a journal of the things you see and
hear and like best in London."
"Oh yes, mamma !" cried Tom; "all
about the roaring lions and tigers and
white bears, and the Queen, with her crown
on, and the Lord Mayor, and my aunt and
"Everything that comes into your head,"
said she, as she packed the paper into a
Thursday morning came. Tom stood on
the steps with his hat on, and jumped into
the carriage. His mamma had promised to
take care of his hen and rabbits for him till
he came back, and he had run out early
before breakfast and kissed them, and said
good-bye to them.
The train was waiting at the station, just as
though it knew they were coming.
"Papa!" cried Tom, after sitting still a
minute, I want my journal. I've a great
can't get it now,
" answered he;
runs out of
I shall forget it all!"
my head as fast as it runs in.
There was no help
for it, so he could do
but lean back
feel quite like a man.
He felt still
a man when his papa handed
It was nearly dark when the train ran slowly
the London station.
Tom began to look
about him, but he could see nothing except
a large place with a great number of people
who ran about shouting.
as they crossed to the cab,
and did not talk much while they drove along.
At the front
of the house
down and kissing
She was so
it ? "
Tom goes to London. 17
mamma, that he was quite glad to give her a
kiss in return.
Then they went into the drawing-room,
where the fire blazed brightly, and there were
a number of little boys and girls. Tom felt
very shy, for he had never seen so many little
boys and girls together at a time, except at a
party. But they not only looked at him, but
came up and said, How do you do, Tom ?"
Tom could only answer, Quite well, thank
you," without asking them how they were, as
he did not know any of their names. He was
very much surprised to hear them calling his
papa Uncle Henry," and was just going to
call out, "He isn't Uncle Henry; he's papa,"
when his aunt said to the biggest girl-
"Annie, take Tom upstairs and give him
his tea. I am sure he must be very hungry.
And you may go also, children."
Annie gave her hand to Tom, and led
him out of the room, while the others
followed. Tom looked at her as they went
You are my cousin," he said at last.
18 Tom Seven Years Old.
"You are all my cousins. What are your
"You know mine," said Annie; "and that
is Bob, and Jack, and Henry, and May."
"Oh dear!" cried Tom, "what a number
of new names! And I've learnt so many
already. I wish you had only one among you
all, like Tom."
Little May looked as if she was going to
"I don't want to be called Tom," she said;
but nobody minded her, because she was the
Bob was a big boy, so was Jack. Tom
wanted to ask them a great many questions,
and they wanted to ask him a great many;
but Annie told them to wait till he had
finished his tea.
Very soon afterwards Tom went to bed.
His journal paper and new red pencil were
lying unpacked at the table, but he was too
sleepy to write. Only he settled in his own
mind, the first thing in the morning, to put,
"Cousins are nice creatures; nicer creatures
Tcm goes to
to talk to or play with than he
However, when he did begin
after, he had forgotten this,
Mamma, I'm in London.
big place, where the houses r
side of the streets like hedges,
who live in them are constantly
I wrote in-
This is a big,
un along each
and the people
walking in and
out. I have not yet seen the Lord Mayor's
gold coach pass, or been to the Palace to visit
the Queen. Papa would not let me go in
at the Queen's front door, though we were
quite close to it yesterday. Annie has written
some of this, because I cannot write fast
enough to say all the things as they come into
my head, and you said I was to tell you
everything. I am going to the Zoological
Gardens on Saturday. I wish to-morrow
was Saturday. We cannot hear the lions or
tigers roaring from here. Aunt May is like
you, only, of course, not nearly so nice. Bob
is a big boy. He keeps his hands in his
pocket, and whistles like a man. May is
baby, and wears pinafores,
in a cage with his own money. How is my
dear hen and all the rabbits ? I have a cousin
Henry too, but I can't think of anything to
say about him. Papa took me to his own
tailor to get an Ulster coat. He seems a
very rich man, for, besides having lots of coats
in the window, he had drawers full of stuff
inside to make more. The shop windows
are much bigger than our drawing-room and
dining-room windows. Anyone may stop
and see all that is inside, and if they wish to
take one of the things home with them, they
have only to push open the door, lay the
money on the table, and carry it away. Bob
has not got an Ulster. All his coats are made
at the tailor's. I wish mine were. I hope my
Ulster will be ready before I go to the Zoo-
logical Gardens, or the Queen's Palace. All
round the nursery walls are pictures of wild
beasts; but none of my cousins knew if they
were the same beasts who are now visiting
the Zoological Gardens. Isn't it very stupid
of them ? Jack showed me his treasure-box;
Tom goes to London. 21
it has no key, but is tied round with a piece
of red string; and outside he has printed,
'My Treasure-Box,' so that everybody may
know whose it is. He has five marbles-one
a blue one-and a top, and a penknife, and-I
forget the other things. I like Jack the best
-no, I think I like Bob the best. Mamma,
I've really settled now what I want to be when
I'm older. Before I came here I used to
think it would be nicest to be a sailor, and
wear a blue jacket and a round hat, and sail
in a ship all day and all night. But, now that
I've seen the dear shoe-blacks at the corners
of the streets, I've quite settled to be one of
them. I like their red jackets; and they have
a pot of blacking and two brushes of their
very own to do what they like with. I told
Aunt May so when we went in to dessert last
night. Bob wants to be a general, and Jack
a policeman. Papa often says I can never
begin work too soon. When may I really
wear a red jacket, and have a pot of blacking
and two brushes, and be a shoe-black ? Bob
thinks the country is a stupid place, and that
22 Tom Seven Years Old.
there is nothing to look at outside. I told
him there was the sky, and ground, and plants
always growing, and trees with birds' nests
hid in them. It isn't a stupid place, and
there's plenty to look at; isn't there, mamma ?
He wouldn't believe me.
I sleep in papa's dressing-room, and have
pink and white curtains to my bed. Aunt
May comes up every night to tuck me up. I
haven't forgotten to say my prayers once.
One day I was very cross--I don't remember
when. I am not cross now. We had batter-
pudding for dinner to-day. I hate batter-
pudding. All the others like it. I mean to
bring home a present for Richard and the
gardener when I come, and for somebody else
also, but you must not try to guess who. The
shops are so full of things, I never can settle
what to carry away. Bob has been on the
top of an omnibus. I want to go dreadfully.
There's a great deal more to tell. I haven't
nearly written down everything; but I don't
happen to have anything very particular in
my head to say at this minute. Oh yes, I
Tom goes to London. 23
remember. I wear my red tie on Sundays.
Jack has a blue one, which I think is much
prettier. I have begged papa to give me one
like it. We are going to the Baker Street
Bazaar. Annie says a bazaar is a large kind
of shop. I have just asked her. My head
is quite empty now; but there's as much
going on all round just the same. Kiss my
hen and rabbits, and give them plenty to eat.
Remember Annie has written part of this, but
it is what I told her to say. Now I'll stop."
TO THE PANTOMIME.
eT began at eight o'clock, and they
not be home till eleven. Tom had
once sat up so late before, and that was
party. They were all going-every
Bob and Annie had seen a pantomime
would not tell what it was like. Tom c
not imagine, though he had tried to d(
ever since he knew he was to go. He
never even seen the picture of a panton
or read about it in any of his books. It was
something quite new.
Tom wore his Ulster. He could not talk
as they drove along, because he was too busy
thinking of it, and of all that was coming.
Outside the cab window the gas in the streets
was flaring much brighter than the stars.
There were even more people walking about
III. -TOM M GOES
Tom goes to tke Pantomime. 25
than in the day, as though they came out
at night like black beetles. At last they
stopped at a great door, where numbers were
already rushing in to see the pantomime.
Annie," said his aunt, take May's hand
and I'll take Tom's. Bob, look after the
They pushed their way along the passage,
and opened the door into a little room, which
looked out on a large one filled with rows-and
rows of people. It seemed to belong to his
aunt, for she sat down at once without asking
Now, children," she said, "go to the front,
where you can see best."
Tom saw before him a great painted picture,
that all the rows of people were staring at.
Is that the pantomime?" he whispered.
Bob shook his head.
"That's only the curtain. It will pull up,
and then you will see the pantomime."
Tom had never seen a curtain like it before.
It was not like a window-curtain or a bed-
curtain, and he would never have known it to
26 Tom Seven Years Old.
be a curtain at all. The ladies did not wear
bonnets as they did in church. There were
a great number of little boys and girls, who
looked as though they felt as happy as he did.
Tom wondered what their names were, and
how old they were. Suddenly a band struck
up with such a bang of music that it made
him jump, and then the gas blazed of itself,
without anyone touching it. Something very
great was going to happen.
Look!" whispered Jack, suddenly point-
The curtain had moved a little in one
corner. They waited a dreadfully long time,
staring as hard as they could. At last up it
went slowly. Tom forgot there was anyone
else near, and gave a great shout. He could
not help it. There, instead of the house-wall,
were rocks, and trees, and the sky, with the
moon shining in it. At first he thought that
they had really broken down the bricks to let
the moon and sky in; but Bob told him it
was not real, but only painted canvas. Sud-
denly whole troops of live, moving fairies-
Tom goes to the Pantomime. 27
just exactly what he knew fairies were like-
ran out and covered the ground. Tom
thought they could not possibly be painted
canvas also, and was very glad to hear they
were real. Some had wings, though they did
not fly with them, but they all danced about,
as only fairies could dance, not like little boys
and girls at parties. Tom thought he could
never be tired of looking. He did not care
to listen so much to what they said, though
the music had stopped playing, and their
voices were quite clear and like other people's.
There was a prince dressed in a silver coat,
with a gold crown on. Tom wondered
whither he lived in the Palace with the Queen,
and wished his papa had bought him a bright
silver coat like that, instead of his dark black
Ulster. Then came a clown and some other
queer people, with paint on their faces, but
real, and not made of canvas, like the moon
and sky. After making everybody laugh,
the curtain moved slowly down, and covered
"Stop it, stop it !" cried Tom, in a great
I want to see it longer-don't let it
bent forward, and
told him that
be pulled up in a minute or two,
to wait even a minute or two for
but Annie, and Bob, and
and May, and even his a
unt, had to
do the very same.
curtain went up in a little while,
had all run away, and the Prince
The sky was no longer painted
with a yellow moon shining in
black and dark.
time, yet he did
could ever be unhappy, and
was very sorry
The prince turned to all the rows
of people in front of him,
but they did
up or go to
at is the
t Tom, in
and see ?"
Bob gave him a nudge.
Tom goes to the Panotomime. 29
Do be quiet. Listen to what he says.
Don't be a goose. It's not real-only acting."
"The prince zs real," said Tom; but Bob
was too busy listening and looking to answer.
Tom could not forget the unhappy prince,
even while he laughed with the others at the
clown. There was a great deal of rushing
about and jumping, and then the curtain came
down, and they had to wait again.
Tom was quite puzzled as to what was real
and what was not real, yet he did not like to
ask Bob any more questions. Besides, the
make-believe was just as pretty as the real,
if not prettier.
Never mind, Tom," said his aunt, in a low
voice. You need not be sorry for the prince.
You will see it will all come right in the end."
"Are they getting it right now behind the
curtain ?" whispered Tom; and he was more
content to wait, seeing nothing, when he
thought that was what they were doing.
This was the last time it went up at all.
The poor Prince had evidently been made
happier while it was down, for he spoke in
30 Tom Seven Years Old.
quite a different manner, and turned his face
to the rows of people, smiling. There was
a princess also, who was dressed far more
grandly than Tom's mamma or aunt. At the
end the clown and the little fairies ran in
again. Tom could not help asking if they
had been hiding all the time, and had seen all,
or had really been away, but Bob could not
tell him. They did not seem to be tired, for
they began to dance at once, and were still
dancing when the curtain moved down. The
prince and princess stood in the middle, smil-
ing, and appeared quite, quite happy.
"Good-bye, prince ; good-bye, princess.
I'm so glad it's all right! Good-bye, clown,
and you funny people!" called Tom, while
the boys and girls round were clapping their
hands loudly. Then he clapped his hands
also as loudly as he could, till they were quite
tired. The pantomime was done. It was
time to 'go home to bed. Everybody was
going home to bed, even the grown-up people.
They went out and back through a passage
into a cab. The gas was still blazing in the
Tom goes to I e Pantomime.
streets, but it did not seem nearly so
and the people did not look like fairies.
wished he might have pushed behind the cur-
tain, and stayed
instead of going home.
" Poor fellow!"
I'm not, really,"
sitting up; but somehow, just as he said
his head dropped down on Annie's shoulder,
and his eyes shut themselves, and he
everything, even about the fairies.
CI~ _~ II~_ _
SUST round the corner of the street were
Sthe Square Gardens. The railings and
trees looked quite
there was very
had a new whip,
and wanted to drive a pair of horses along the
gravel walk; so he said to
Jack will make a nice
and I will be coachman."
driven by anybody.
I'm the eldest,"
I shall be coachman."
You ought to give in to me.
Jack ran up to him, and
Tom Runss A4wav. 33
Never mind," repeated little May. Don't
be cross, Tom."
"I am cross!" said Tom, loudly; "and I
will be cross. I don't like Bob. I wish he
would stop being my cousin."
Leave him alone, Jack and May," called
Bob. He's in a horrid temper. We'll run
along the other end of the walk without him."
They left Tom standing behind the bushes,
very angry indeed. Annie was sitting on the
seat far away, and had not heard. Tom
thought at first he would go at once and tell
her, and then he settled he would not, because
it would be like a sneak. A nursery-maid
was just opening the garden gate with a key.
I know what I'll do," said Tom to him-
self. If they run away from me, I'll run
away from them i" and, before it was shut, he
slipped out and crossed over.
Now," thought he, I'll go everywhere,
and see everything;" and he was very glad
that there were no gates with padlocks or
high stiles, as there were in the country, but
that all the streets were open, and he might
walk wherever he chose outside the houses.
He did not stop till he came to the first shop-
It was a china-shop, with all sorts
and shapes of
jug and basin
beautiful pictures of
red roses and green leaves painted on
as large as real ones.
" How mamma would like
so fond of flowers !
and carry it away.
open the door,
going to pull out the beautiful jug and basin,
when a man
I want these,
ing to them. "
said Tom, point-
V[amma is so fond
I am sure she would like
" How much money must
I pay for it, shop-
got a purse full
of money in my jacket
called another man, who was very tall indeed.
"Look what a lot
pouring out his money.
"There's two half-
crowns, and a sixpence, and three threepenny
pieces-I like threepenny pieces-and four
the farthing, but you may take any of
the others, if you want them, because
mamma, you know."
The tall man looked
at Tom, and then
the money, without touching any of it.
"In the country, shopman," answered Tom.
But I mean, where do you come from ?"
The man looked at the other, and smiled.
Did anyone send you ?" he said.
"Send me ?"
them this minute when I was standing
am sure mamma would like them.
May I carry them away ?"
" Don't you think, sir,"
said the man,
would be very heavy to carry ?"
Tom bent down, and tried
to lift the
and basin in both his arms, but he could not.
were to choose
Here is a vase with flowers on it."
Tom; "but the roses
are not nearly so big, or like real ones."
went away again, and
another vase with a bunch of
on the centre.
That will do !"
How much n
don't touch the
" Thank you,
rather you didn't
any of the threepenny
so that Tom poured the rest back into
The vase was then
carefully in brown paper, and
tied with string,
and no one except
Tom could have
what was inside.
" Good morning,
did not forget
" before lie went
Tom Runs Away. 37
out. There were a great number of people
passing up and down. Tom did not care
which way he went, as he meant to walk all
over London. Just as he was going to start,
he heard a voice close beside him saying,
"Aren't you Master Tom ?" and, turning
round, he saw the postman-the dear post-
man who had brought him a letter from his
mamma that very morning. He wished he
could say he was not Master Tom, because
he did not want to stop again.
Isn't it Master Tom of No. 14? Are
you out by yourself ?" said the postman, sur-
prised. Is there no one with you ?"
Tom went quite near him, so that he could
"Yes," he said, it's me. I'll tell you, but
you mustn't tell anyone else. I've run away.
They don't know where I am. They're all
in the Square Gardens."
That won't do, Master Tom," said the
postman. You must come back with me.
I'm going to No. 14 just now."
"Thank you, postman," said Tom; but
I'm going the other way.
go back yet.
I'm not tired."
along with me.
They will all
so want to walk all
and to see everything,
and he (
did so dislike
said the postman, after waiting
If you won't
you any more letters.
TomR Runs Away. 39
am," said he, running by his side. As soon
as they reached the steps, the front door
opened, and his aunt ran out.
"Oh, Tom!" she cried, "where have you
been ? We've had such a fright about you!
What made you run away ?"
I haven't been a long way off," answered
Tom; "not nearly so far as I wanted. I
wished to walk all over London, and see
Annie, and Henry, and Jack, and May now
came rushing down stairs to know where he
had been, and even Bob seemed eager to
Dear me !" cried Tom; "how happy you
all seem to see me! I'm glad of that."
No, Tom," said his papa; "you need not
be glad. See what a fright you have given
your aunt. Think how unkind it is to frighten
anybody. Promise that you will never run
Well," said Tom, after thinking a minute,
"as I am here now, I promise I won't run
away again. But I'm very sorry I ever came
did so want to walk all over London,
and see everything."
He had begun
being angry, and
He always paid
in his room before breakfast.
is a dreadfully horrid
you been quarrelling ?"
But yesterday; can you remember ?"
" He quarrelled with
I didn't quarrel
" He wanted
be his horse, and to drive me, and
didn't think Bob
a dreadfully horrid
boy, and you wouldn't tell me.
as I dislike
" said his papa,
Sshut your eyes and
think a minute.
If your mamma were here,
you say that,
what would she
"I needn't shut my eyes and think,"
know quite well without
She would be very sorry.
is always wanting me to love people, instead
of disliking them."
said his papa,
breakfast will be ready.
what she would like
Try and do
thing that would
her happy, and
ad at that
minute to think so.
" Never mind,"
answered his papa.
can keep it a great secret all to yourself."
he must try to stop being
reached the landing.
in the nursery, excepting Bob.
Poor Bob !" said Annie;
his ankle, and can't get up.
lie still till the afternoon."
"he has sprained
He will have to
Tom was getting
yet feel sorry enough
but could not
off his chair.
go and see
he asked in
" I want to see him."
angry at all now.
" Good morning,"
" I wanted
see you for a
reason, that you would never guess.
"Isn't it horrid ?"
through the floor.
Isn't it horrid ?"
I called him horrid
I Bob, looking at
up to that high
down my fishing-rod.
want it quite yet-not till summer, you know;
but I like
to take it
down every now
then, and look at it,
The press-door was open. Tom saw
fishing-rod high up on the shelf,
Tom Runs Away. 43
"Bob," he said, after a minute, "I've been
thinking. I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll push
the table in, and jump on it and fetch it down,
and we'll clean it together !"
Bob raised himself on his elbow. His eyes
brightened with pleasure.
Oh, Tom!" he said, eagerly, "do you
think you could? Take the things off the
table first-there, push it gently-more to
the side. Now don't fall and sprain your
Tom had climbed up, and stood quite close
to the shelf. Neither of them said a word
while he slowly climbed down again, and
landed safe and sound on the floor. Bob
stretched out his hands to receive it, then
looked at it carefully all over.
It's very dusty-just see," he said;
" dreadfully dusty. It would never have
done to have left it longer. You shall rub
one part while I do another. There, let's
begin at once."
Tom was quite ready. He was not at all
angry now. He pulled out his handkerchief,
and began to work with
all his might.
rubbing also. "Is
to have some good
;n't it a beauty ?
fishing this year.
Charlie is going to ask me down to see him.
" there must be a great many rivers in London
quite full of fish,
loads and loads of them."
" Don't you
It begins with a
-that's a place; or turpentine-that's
It's the Thames.
or two without
at last, I
tell me something,
isn't a secret.
you dreadfully angry with me yesterday ?"
Toml Runs Away. 45
Yesterday ?" repeated Bob, I can't
remember. What happened yesterday ?"
"In the morning we pasted pictures into
Jack's picture-book," said Tom; "and we had
an apple-pie for dinner, and I wouldn't be
your horse in the Square Gardens, and ran
away out of the gate-don't you remember ?"
Yes, of course," said Bob; "and we looked
for you behind every bush, and thought you
were hiding and Annie said she was afraid
you might be run over, and was frightened at
what mamma would say. But I forget about
Well," said Tom, I didn't mean to tell
you, but I've changed my mind. I was very
angry with you yesterday, and I called you a
dreadfully horrid boy this very morning to
papa in his room. And I meant to write it
down in my journal before going to bed." He
And why do you tell me all this ?" asked
Bob, working at his fishing-rod.
"You haven't waited for the end, or you
would understand," said Tom; "because I've
in this also,
began to rub.
I'll tell papa so the
I see him.
I'll not put
it in my
And I like you very much !"
pushing the table up to the press,
ing on it.
And you've rubbed
Charlie could see
It couldn't be
he had to go
wouldn't be back till ten
Ten or half-past ten, he
I could tell
" I heard
dear me !"
" and I wanted
to tell him something!"
Write a letter," said Bol
I do when I've anything
"that's the way
it on his dressing-table, and write, 'Read
at once, please,' in large letters on the
ide, so as to catch his eye when he first
; into the room."
I will!" cried Tom; that's just what I'll
And before bed-time he had carried his
letter into his papa's room. On the outside
Read this at once, please."
And in the inside was written-
"Papa, I did it. I am sure mamma would
have been happy, and not sorry, had she been
inside me, and known all. I like him now,
and lifted down his rod from the top shelf,
and we cleaned it together. And he is not a
dreadfully horrid boy, as I told you. And I
promised to let you know that he isn't, papa."
_ I ~
CHAP. V.-TOM GOES TO THE ZOOLOGICAL
HE day came at last. It was very long
in coming. The sun shone on the streets
and squares. Tom was glad, not merely for
his own sake, but for the sake of all the strange
birds and beasts who had travelled a long
way from the hot countries. As soon as he
passed through the gate, he saw the houses
and gardens of the different creatures scattered
about, who either lived by themselves or in
large families together. They had men-
servants of their own kept on purpose to
attend to them, and clean out their houses, and
bring them their meals. Tom ran on in front
to the lion's den. He would have known him
anywhere to be the king of all the other
" HE WANTS TO
GET OUT, 9) SAIDJ
He wants to get out,"
lion's man-servant. It is
to walk in.
said Tom to
such a little place
Can't you open his door ?"
I daresay he does, sir,"
daresay they all do. But
said the man.
what would become
of us if the wild beasts were allowed to run
about free ?"
run away ?
u open his
door quickly, and then
It's a shame that a king
own country should
be kept a prisoner here!
How sorry he must be that he ever visited
England, and how he must wish to go back !"
The man told him that the lion liked beef
and mutton for his dinner, just as he did, only
he preferred eating it
not cooked in
den there was another lion
In the next
glad to think he could sleep, and
was not too unhappy in such a miserable little
Close beside him lived the tigers and
black skins, much grander than the lion
" They are not kings,
" cried Tom.
one can see that, in spite of their
But they look like princes.
the same faces, only not so fierce.
I am afraid
they're angry also with the
ing them shut up.
could go round and let them all out!"
He could not settle whether he admired the
or the leopard's
one most. His own stockings were generally
striped, but he had a white neck-tie spotted
The white bear was a great
who seemed very fond of
splashing in and out of the water
and did not
them at all.
and snow of
fur was as white as the
the land he came from, but his
face looked rather stupid,
as though he
thought of anything.
Tom was glad to know
what he was like,
but did not care
to stay and
The Zoological Gardens. 51
The next house belonged to the monkeys.
Tom had once or twice seen a funny little
brown monkey on the top of an organ; but
here were whole families of them making such
a noise, and tumbling about like children.
The air was quite warm, and they did not
seem to wish to go out of doors. As soon
as they saw Tom with his bag of nuts, they
stretched out their hands to get some.
"Stop!" cried Tom, "stop! Don't be in
such a hurry. I can't feed you all at once.
Oh, old monkey, how you do snatch at it!
Don't you know it's very rude to snatch ? I
am sure you are enough of a man to know
that. Your eyes are just like a man's. Now
don't look at me any longer. I'm going to
walk down the room. You'll make yourself
ill if you eat so much."
The monkeys watched him pass, and still
kept stretching out their funny, brown fingers,
so that Tom had often to stop and put a nut
in them. One or two sat quite quiet, and
without asking for anything; but still they
did not look unhappy like the lions, or cross
the tigers and leopards.
Tom felt almost
even perhaps come back
Most of them had brown and
grey skins, but there was one in pure white,
with soft, pink hands, and
" You've been well brought up," said Tom.
are a gentleman!
why you have a house of your own to live in,
the others too
Can't you teach them
not to speak
loud, or snatch so rudely?"
He was quite glad to get out into the quiet,
where he could
talking, and the
every now and then.
a strange creature
But the minute he went
into the parrots' house the noise began worse
like other bi:
The parrots did not chirp or sing-
rds-they screamed, and they all
Tom was astonished
they were dressed in;
some were as red as the scarlet geraniums
home, and some were as yellow as
The Zoological Gardens. 53
"Oh, papa !" he cried, after looking at
them; "no one but God could have made
them! No one else could have thought of
such shapes and feathers! How beautiful
they must look flying about, as green as the
leaves and as blue as the sky!"
There were some very small, like little
round balls of down, who were even brighter
and more carefully made than the bigger ones.
But these were not nearly all the birds. There
were a number of others, who lived alone or
with their families in little houses of their own.
Tom noticed some tall ones walking quietly
in their gardens with necks like swans, only
much longer, and with difficult names that he
could not read. None of them had such
beautiful feathers or such ugly voices as the
parrots. He was very much astonished at
the number of different creatures that lived
in the world, for he had no idea that God had
made so many.
The poor elephants looked very shabby and
dusty, as though they had worn their skins too
long, and required new ones. Tom thought
54 Tom Seven Years O/l.
their shapes as ugly as the shapes of the
birds were beautiful. The ugliest of all was
the rhinoceros. He had a shape of his own,
like no other, which was absolutely hideous.
I hope," said Tom, as they left his house,
"that he doesn't guess how ugly he is, and
that nobody will ever tell him. I am glad he
isn't allowed to walk about, or go into the
birds' house, because I'm afraid he might then
find out, and be sorry. And even now he
looks very dull, poor beast!"
Tom saw a great many other creatures-
the camel, that he was going to ride upon
across the desert; and the serpents, who look
so gentle, and can be so cruel; and the smooth,
wet seals, who liked bathing even better than
the white bear, and whose skins, when dry,
were worn by so many people to keep them
warm in winter. Tom settled that he pre-
ferred looking at the birds, they were so beau-
tiful; and playing with the monkeys, they were
so funny; but he was too sorry for the lions
-such grand kings being shut up like
prisoners-even to bear to think o'f them.
"Of course," ]
can do nothing.
Queen let them out, papa ?"
He was very sorry to
become acquainted witl
h so many new crea-
but he had
return to his own.
When his aunt came up to see him at bed-
time, he had been thinking a great deal about
"the God that made all
the live beasts and
in the Zoological
Gardens must be a very great God.
not know He was so great till this afternoon.
But I am sure He must be unhappy to
them shut up like that.
one up, and nobody can
a man, and
He never shuts any
go in my own ship to
and Arabia, I mean to take them
all back with me-that's what I mean to do!
wish some one would let them know I
GOES TO LOOK FOR CATS.
OB was soon quite well again,
" Tom," he whispered, one
day, as they sat
It was raining-for
just as it did in the country-and the children
were not allowed to go out.
Bob's way of
gave him that it was a secret, so as soon as
he had swallowed his last mouthful he gave
him a nudge in return, and said
" I'm ready."
in a low voice,
till the others were moving
Bob took him upstairs to an empty
was a small
opening on to the
Tom goes to look for Cats. 57
"Look," he said, pointing to it, and still
whispering, though there was nobody in the
room; "that's where they come, I'm certain-
just outside on the slates. Didn't you hear
them last night ?"
Hear what?" whispered Tom, half-
frightened. Do you mean robbers ?"
"No," answered Bob; "not robbers. Cats
-cats squalling. Didn't you hear them ?"
Tom could not say he did. He never
heard any noises at night after he was in bed.
Now," said Bob, look here. They've
a perfect right to squall, and I don't want
to interfere with them; but what I say is,
they've no right to join together to squall
there. It disturbs ever so many people. Do
you see that box ? I want you to push me
up. I must see what's outside."
They shoved the box close to the wall, and
Bob stood on it. Then Tom helped to push
That'll do," said Bob, after looking out-
side carefully. "Just what I thought. There's
a deep gutter, and a railing along the top. I
expect they meet
round the chimney.
up in the
send them away.
night, and come
" I will."
It wouldn't do to change
last, you know.
your mind at the
And we must take our boots
off, that nobody may hear.
I begged Ann
to give it
it till we get
I've got a
into the room.
middle of the night-you promise ?"
"But if I don't wake ?"
" Never mind," he answered;
At the right
hour I'll go
get out of bed and come
to your door,
You mustn't keep me
waiting, or say a word-not even in a whisper
-or they'll hear, you know.
" I promise,
You promise ?"
said Tom, solemnly.
it would be
if we were really to send
be a public service.
Tom goes to look for Cats. 59
sleep of the public is disturbed with their
squalling. I don't think I need go outside
myself, if I poke at them with a stick. I
won't hurt them, you know-only give them a
good fright, so that they mayn't collect round
that chimney again."
Have you got a stick ?" asked Tom.
Yes," said Bob; "a beauty. I found it
a year ago, in the Square Gardens, under a
bush. The gardener said I might take it,
and it's been the greatest comfort to me ever
since. Come down and I'll show it you."
They left the box standing by the window,
so as to be ready. Bob took Tom into his
room, and showed him the stick. It was
kept in a secret corner of the press.
"We'd better go back now," said he, "or
the others will be wondering where we are."
Night came, and at last bed-time. When-
ever Tom looked at Bob, he thought of the
cats; and whenever Bob looked at him, Tom
knew he was thinking of them also. After
they had said good-night, and were just going
upstairs, Bob whispered-
"Remember-in the middle
of the night-
noise, you know."
They went to bed.
always meant to lie awake a little to
but somehow he never could manage it.
was in the middle
a funny dream, when he
suddenly jumped up with a great start.
was knocking at the
he was frightened,
but the next
remembered it was
cold, and very dark.
It was very
While he was huddling
of his clothes,
had never promised.
chimney to squa
He whispered tl
cats met round the
11 ? They hurt
Bob was growing
say, Tom, what a time
you coming ?"
whispered Tom, opening the
shivering all over.
It was quite black outside; the
and so was
"We'll never be able to see,
" Hush !" answered Bob.
Of course not.
We must feel.
I've got the
not going to light it till we get to the top."
Tom thought in his heart they would never
They crept along slowly.
clock in the passage ticked much louder than
it did in the day-time.
way up stairs,
When they were half-
it nearly frightened Tom out of
his senses by suddenly striking one.
" I say,"
better go bac:
"if you jump like
to bed. You'll
No, I won't," whispered Tom.
I just didn't know it was coming."
It was quite
as dark and quiet.
lit the candle. T,
Bob struck a match,
om looked round to see if
there was anybody hiding in the corners, but
there was not. The box had not been moved
from the window.
"Oh yes, 1
" I don't hear anything.
they're there," said Bob.
shade it wil
as soon as
I've got on
Push me up
Tom stood ready,
fully, as he was told.
shading the candle care-
Suddenly a voice called
from outside the room-
"did you hear that ?"
" I won't
me the stick.
I've just got at
see one sitting on the slates.
repeated the voice, louder.
" Is anyone there ?"
Bob!" whispered Tom, in a greater fright,
Bob turned round and listened.
" It's Ann,"
was so near
"What a pity !
Blow out the candle,
the box and
to look for Cats.
Tom, or she'll see
or say a
blew out the
quite still and quiet.
It looked blacker than
ever all round.
The footsteps in
room stopped moving,
and the voice did
hold the candle any longer.
there are any cats there.
were, why should you poke at them ?
shouldn't they squall ?"
" I tell you,"
" they've a right to
right to squall here.
I don't care a
bit about the public,
"(and I'm going down.
It's very cold and dark."
Bob stood a minute longer.
'"Well," he said at
"I don't. think
though-they couldn't possibly
known we were coming?"
" Come along,"
" Never mind.
How very dark it is!"
He was shivering
Ann did not hear them.
" If they
" I shall certainly go upstairs
Everything is so nice and ready,
could at least see
them all sitting round the
He only wished to jump into
bed, and cover
It was dreadfully
a bit about
he was in; "but I'm very
sorrv for the cats.
I can't imagine how
can bear staying out on the slates all of
own accord, with only their day fur-skins
nothing more than they wear in the day-time!
How they must freeze, poor things!"
CHAP. VII.--TOM WRITES A LETTER TO THE
>OM was very sorry indeed to hear that
the Lord Mayor scarcely ever drove out
in his gold coach, so that it was no use watch-
ing for it among the other carriages in the
street. He was also very sorry to hear that
he must not go in any day at the front door
of the Palace to visit the Queen, with her
crown and sceptre.
The Queen," said his papa, "is the
greatest lady in England, and nobody can
go to visit her unless she herself asks them
And will she ask me ?" said Tom. Now
that he had been to the Zoological Gardens,
and could not see the Lord Mayor in his
coach, he most wished to go to her.
his papa; I
Tom went upstairs very much disappointed.
am sure, he
"if she only knew
how dreadfully I
to see her,
home on Saturday,
ask me to visit
her palace at
Then it suddenly struck him that he
her, and tell her all, and perhaps she
would herself send for him; and then even his
papa said it would be no harm to go.
He ran into
were paper and
helping little May with her lesson at the other
end of the table.
am going to write a
" I won't make any noise.
He kept his word,
The pen went smoothly over the paper,
the ink did not once run into a round blot.
When it was finished, Tom felt quite proud of
it, it looked so nice and neat-perfectly fit to
send to any queen in any palace.
to /h e
say much, because
he did not wish to tire her
with reading too long a letter, or to tire him-
self with writing it.
dreadfully want to see you with your crown
Papa says I must not go
the Palace unless you ask me.
please ask me before
Saturday, because I
going to travel home on that day. I live in
the country, and I go to bed at eight o'clock.
It is one of your own postmen who is bring-
ing you this letter.
I remain, my dear Queen,
much love and kisses,
Your affectionate TOM."
He folded it as neatly as he had written it,
and put it into an envelope.
For the Queen,
" In her
Then he wrote
"The capital of her own country, England."
he had done this, he
ran out of the
it in his hand.
May had not seen it.
James, the footman,
On the stairs he
it !" cried
" Your fingers
black with the coals, and
for it to arrive dirty."
it would never do
you been doing ?
Does your papa know ?"
"Well, why do you ask ?"
"You go and
show it him first,
did it get into your head ?"
to the Queen,
and want her to do anything for you,
shouldn't you ?
But perhaps you have
wanted her to do anything for you."
James listened, and looked very much
prised, as though
he had never thought
was a quick
" There he
He lost no time.
on the steps.
He had handed
in his letters,
and was just turning to go.
"Stop- stop !"
" Wait a minute.
take this letter as fast as you can."
The postman took it, and read
Then he smiled.
" I couldn't take it.
," asked Tom, "ar
Queen's own postmen?
^ *1- "
I UN possi1iy.
en't you one of the
Mustn't you carry
to her, whether
" Master Tom,"
sending it ?"
to you, postman ?"
Just then his papa came
room, and saw him.
Hullo, Tom !" he cried,
out of the
are you doing at the front door ?
the postman ?"
"Show it him,
said the postman.
"A letter ?"
got a letter ?
asked his papa.
Who is it from ?
Let me see."
Tom did not want to let him see.
he said, holding it tightly in
" I haven't got a letter.
" To send one ?"
more surprised. "A
ing a letter to, Tom ?
.nd who were you send-
Is it a secret ?"
haven't sent it.
only wanted to
but he wouldn't take it."
to the Queen.
papa caught him round the waist,
him prisoner, laughing.
Now," he said,
you show it me. C
"I won't let you go
>ome, where is it ?"
pose I must. D
)on't dirty it, please.
like to take it home, and show it to
" I sup-
She would be so pleased to see I could write
all by myself without blotting
scarcely stand for laughing.
"Certainly," he said; by all means.
it home, and show it to mamma.
you think of such a thing, Tom ?"
I wanted to go, dreadfully,"
"and you wouldn't let me, unless she asked
I wrote to ask her to ask me.
I send it, papa?"
would never do."
Tom did not understand what would never
said he at last,
with a sigh,
I'll give it to mamma instead.
Now that I have written it all through
myself so nicely, I'd like to send
body to read.
it to some-
But I would much rather the
it, for I
did so want to visit
palace, and see her sitting on
her crown and sceptre !"
her in her
her throne with
CHAP. VIII.-TOM BUYS PRESENTS AND GOES
T OM went with his aunt to the Baker
Street Bazaar to buy his presents for
Richard and the gardener. He was very
sorry he had not asked them what they would
like best before he left home, for he found
it so difficult to settle what to carry away,
among all the things he saw. The bazaar
was like a large shop, just as Annie said, full
of shopmen and shopwomen, with a quantity
of paper and string ready to wrap up the
Now," said his aunt, "you may walk
where you choose and look about you; but
take care and don't touch anything."
Tom put his hands behind his back, that
he might be sure not to do so. His aunt
went one way, and he
walked just where he liked, and stopped when
he liked, and looked at the things he liked.
It was very nice to feel that he
had a purse
of money in his pocket, and had only
some of it down, and carry away whatever he
But the longer he stayed, and the
saw, the less he could make up his
what to take.
not himself he had to please, but Richard and
There were some dear little
penwipers, which had red woolly dogs
top of them, with
nice-and he kn
of dogs, because h
bead eyes-they were
.w the gardener was
e had three tiny pup-
en there were lovely
London inside them.
might like one
be certain. A
what you want?
time enough. At
but still he could not
t last his aunt came
up to him.
re you tired of waiting ?"
" I'm not tired of waiting,
but I'm tired of settling.
I can't settle what
don't know what Richard and the
gardener would think the nicest.
Buy something useful,"
thing that they can use."
said she-" some-
He was ready to
" Here's a nice strong
she. I think the gardener might
He is sure often to want a knife."
" Yes," said Tom, quite pleased.
" I'll take
I'm sure that would
Perhaps he has not got one, or per-
haps his old one is worn out, or he may have
lost it, you know.
it when I
I wonder I
passed this table
Please wrap it in paper and tie it with string,
She did so.
He put down the money, and
Tom wanted next to buy
some perfume for Richard.
There were such
pretty little bottles, that looked full
green and yellow wine; but his aunt said she
did not think
would care for per-
him to take
pencil instead, that never required to be cut
as his did, and was made of smooth, shining
" And it's
nice and short,"
into his waistcoat pocket.
I don't care to look any more at
are going to
passed in and
said Tom, looking at them,
find it easier to choose what to
away than I
" You haven't asked me what
said his aunt.
"Wouldn't you like
to know ?"
" Is it a present ?"
" Yes," answered she.
did you know what the person
" that's what
_ _I~__ ~CII~
Tom buys Presents. 77
to do with Richard and the gardener. I do
hope I have guessed right !"
When you come into dessert this even-
ing," said his aunt, I'll show you what I
bought. You know you are going home to-
So I am," said Tom. I always forget
about to-morrow. To be sure, I shan't be
In the evening he dressed with the others,
and went into the dining-room to dessert.
Little May wore a white frock and a pink
sash, and looked like one of the fairies in the
pantomime. On the table lay the present his
aunt had bought at the Baker Street Bazaar
in the morning. It was a brown leather
writing-case, with a lock and key. Tom knew
exactly what was inside, for Bob had one, and
had shown it to him. There were paper and
envelopes, and pens and ink, and a blotting-
book and stamps, and even a long piece of
"And who is it for ?" said Tom. "You
must have guessed the person can write."
"I know he can," said his
wrote a letter to the Queen not
what I did.
How funny !"
I bought it for
"Did you ?"
ve guessed i
wanted one at once exactly like
and it is,
Not quite," said Bob. I have examined.
The key is a little different in shape, and my
sealing-wax is black, and not red."
" But I think
is the prettiest !"
"Oh! I do hope Richard
gardener will like their presents as much as I
" I am quite sure they will,"
said his aunt.
right once, so it's not likely you
wrong a second time; is it ?"
Tom wanted very much to see his
and his hen, and his rabbits, and Richard,
Tom goes Home. 79
and the gardener, and the nest in the top
branch of the tree near the wall. He also
wanted very much to stay with his aunt and
cousins, and walk about all the streets of
London, and see everything-so he was both
glad and sorry at the same time. The
day he started was cold. He put on his
Ulster while the others stood looking at
him. He did not mind going half so much
while he had to wear his Ulster; and when
he put his hands into his great warm pockets,
he felt almost altogether glad, and not a
"I like you very much," said he to his
cousins. I know all your names quite well,
and which belongs to which, and how old you
And I like you," said little May. I
didn't at first. I thought you weren't a nice
"That was because you were the baby,"
answered he, quickly. Never mind; I was
a baby once-I don't remember when-but it
was a long time ago."
in a whisper,
collect my saying there were cats outside
the slates that night ?"
how horribly cold and
dark it was,
nice it felt getting back into bed.
But I did, though," said Bob, nodding his
"And I was right;
heard them last night, and told me.
is still there, and
so is my stick.
It will be doing the public a
service to send them away."
Tom was glad
not be there to
the last minute
Jack ran up to him
little parcel wrapped in newspaper.
four marbles out of his treasure-box-one was
the blue one.
"Are you ready,
"Say good-bye. D
said good-bye to each one,
his aunt a great hug.
Now that you know us," said she,
you, you must come
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Tom goes Home. 81
as I've seen mamma, and my hen and rabbits,
and Richard and the gardener."
His aunt gave him a kiss to carry to his
mamma from her, and he promised to keep it
safely, and give it as soon as he arrived, and
had given all his own first.
The train went exactly the same way back
as it had come to London, for Tom perfectly
remembered some fields with ponds in them,
and a garden with a fountain, that he had
passed before. The grass had changed a
little since he had been away, and grown
greener, and the branches of the trees had
begun to live again and sprout into buds.
When they came near the station, Tom could
not sit still. He even forgot to put his
hands in his Ulster coat pockets. There
was lignt enough to see the
It's grown greener too !" cr
can see-I can just see. Ai
carriage and the coachman. ]
me-he's looking at the train.
ad and the
t Tom. I
till the train
"Tom, stand still.
Don't get out yet.
Richard-dear Richard!" called
"He's coming !
mamma, and my hen and rabbits ?"
Richard, helping them
out, and looking
to see them as they
to see him.
" Does she know we're
and mamma ?"
They got into the carriage.
All well," said Tom.
coachman both say so.
what a long way it is!
" Richard and the
I can't see
I've been away.
I think the
almost sure it is.
lilac-bushes; and, papa,
sit still !"
his papa; but it
was no use.
could not sit still.
The house door was open, and the passage
was light. Tom's mamma had evidently
were near, for she stood
Richard was to see them.
Tom rushed up
His papa did
"and this one is Aunt
are mine !"
are mine again!
mamma, how nice you look, and how nice
His mamma gave him as many kisses in
as he gave
never would be
he slipped off her knee, and ran about every-
where, looking at everything. It was too late
to go to his hen and rabbits; but she told
him also that they were quite well, and would
most likely be asleep.
" Wait a minute,
stairs till I come."
"Where are you going?"
want to go to the nursery. ]
want to see if
my toys are all rightly arranged in the
out the face
drew on the wall."
"This is your room,"
Tom stood and looked.
new room with a bright
little new bed with
There was a little
white curtains, and white
curtains hanging at the window.
was his own press for
top a beautiful new book-shelf, that held
own books all in a row.
And the carpet was
bright red, and the jug and
had a blue
ribbon painted round them ;
mantelpiece was hung
a new picture of
i Tom was trying
be like; and there was a lovely green
on the table; arid
new and shining,
and you see what is behind
"it's just like the
goes up suddenly,
! And you didn't
know at all what was coming-nobody could
ever guess what was coming!"
He had to go and kiss her again, she looked
so nice, and everything looked so nice.
Papa must come up and see all that is
behind the curtain,"
"only let him
I'm in bed, and really behind
my own white curtains, and then there will
be me also to see, you know !"
His papa and mamma both came upstairs
" Papa !"
as he opened
"you remember the prince in the silver
coat at the pantomime-you didn't see him,
but I told you all about it-well, I'm as happy
" You know what
I say when I
said his mamma.
" You know what
I always say; don't you, Tom ?"
I did it
go to sleep."
I mean to do it a ain
asked his papa.
" I know that's what mamma means.
always thanking God.
And there's so much,
I'll have to
to-night and finish
I couldn't possibly go over each
I go to
CHAP. IX.-TOM GIVES HIS PRESENTS.
>T)OM'S presents were unpacked out of his
box, but still wrapped in paper and
tied with string. He knew at once which
was his mamma's, because it was much longer
and thicker than the other, and which was
Richard's, because it was rounder, and small
enough to go into his waistcoat pocket, so the
one left was of course the gardener's. Tom
carried them all carefully down, but did not
tell Richard anything about his, though he
passed close to him at the dining-room
Good morning, mamma," he said. Then
he handed her her present. "That's yours.
I hope I've guessed right. It took me a long
time to settle what to take away. Do you
like it ?"
She unwrapped the paper, and drew
It really did look beautiful.
Oh, Tom, how
it for me ?"
bought it, and
I've given it
So it's yours,
Do you like it a little, or very
" I saw something else
think you would have liked
" I don't think you did, Tom,
it away, it was so heavy.
" What could
it have been ?"
"(You've got one
because it wasn't
And it's white all over,
a marble top.
Not in the
on a table
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"Well," said Tom, "if I tell you, do you
promise to like the vase the best ?"
"Yes," she answered, I promise."
It was a jug and basin," said Tom-
"that's what it was, with red roses painted
round it-so pretty and so heavy, I c
scarcely lift it. Are you sorry ? Do tell
Would you have liked it better than
No," answered she at once. I like
vase much the best."
Really and truly ?" said Tom.
Really and truly," repeated she.
"Well," said Tom, "I'll not think
more about it then, because, you see,
likely somebody has carried it away by
time. Oh, Richard's gone! I wanted to
him his present."
Wait till after breakfast," said his man
The vase was placed on a white woolly
on the table by the window. The light sl
on the red and yellow tulips. Tom began
think they looked almost as pretty as
roses round the jug and basin.
Richard, aren't you ?
Richard came in.
Where's his present ?"
" I wanted to buy a bottle of
but Aunt May thought you would like
better. Do you like it ?"
" I knew it would go
to his mamma.
" I knew it was just the
Richard did not say
but then he never does.
I think he
don't you ?"
His mamma nodded.
Tom felt satisfied.
him his present.
a lot more for everybody-it's such fun giving
He ran away.
in the garden was
in the house, but still
Tom jumped down
steps at a time.
The gardener was stooping
" Gardener! gardener!"
How do you do ?
to see my hen and rabbits."
You'll find them quite well, Master Tom,"
said the gardener.
" I'm glad to see you back
What did you think of London ?"
" It's a big place,"
must be very big,
than London. /
it goes on
knd on the m
it spreads ever so far
" The world
ap it does-
own, and all
stooping down again.
" Didn't you
know that ?"
"Oh, don't begin to work for a minute!"
" I've something to
Do you think this a nice knife ?"
The gardener took it in his hand and looked
Then he shook his head.
"Too big and too sharp for you, Master
Tom," he said at last; that's
what I think."
said Tom, dancing about; I
mean it for myself-there,
I bought it for you.
It's a present.
and too sharp
gardener seemed quite surprised, and
Tom saw at once he had
a real beauty!
I lost mine
S it is
I'm so glad of a new one.
Tom danced about still more.
perhaps your old one was worn out,
" I said
haps you had
I must run in and tell mamma about
I've guessed quite right every time !"
and told her all.
he ran out again
He had a great deal to do.
well and happy.
went to the tree by the wall to look for
nest on the top branch, but it was gone.
One day, soon after,
Tom gives his Presents. 93
nice new room, arranging his toys in his own
press, when he was told there was a young
gentleman in the drawing-room waiting to see
him. It was the boy who lived in the nearest
white house. He met his mamma on the
stairs. She had her bonnet and shawl on.
"I'm going out," she said. You must
take care of your visitor, and make him
Tom knew quite well how to make himself
happy, because he could tell exactly what he
liked best to do; but he did not know how to
make anybody else happy, and was not sure
if he would be able. He told his mamma so.
"You can, if you try," she answered; and
Tom promised at least to try, before he ran
into the drawing-room.
His visitor was standing by the fire, with
his hat in his hand. His face was white, and
his eyes were blue, and his boots were very
black and glossy. He was not like Bob, or
Jack, or Henry, or any other boy Tom had
What's your name ?" asked Tom. It was
the first question he always
asked, after say-
" How do you do ?"
" How old
are you ?"
always his second question.
" I shall be eight in
suppose you want
to know what I'm
called, and how old I am,"
I'm seven, and my name is
Tom, helping him to pull
" You may do anything
want you to
put it on ?
You can choose.
"I'll put it out of sight,"
ing it to the ottoman;
said Archie, carry-
" what would
to do next ?
Archie walked to
and .Tom fol-
on the stool.
You've only to
down your hands,
and the noise comes up at once from
ming! I can play.
the Weasel' and '
I've learned 'Pop goes
'he Last Rose of Summer.'
still and listened.
among the notes, and did
seem to know where to go.
"Why don't you let your fingers go
they want ?"
" How stupid
" That would
be playing wrong
course-all out of tune.
Tom did not like to be called stupid.
liked, instead, to be called very clever indeed.
"Well," he said: -" show me.
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see no difference.
looked the same white, and all
the black the
" I can't talk
Now don't you hear the difference ?
ever there's a horrid
noise, there's a wrong
note; and whenever there's a nice noise, it's
" I see!"
cried Tom, after a minute;
The notes want
11 down together,
to choose which
It is like mixing
delicious separate, but
would be very nasty eaten together.
know the notes were so particular."
ing his promise;
to my tune,
have to begin
want to ask you a question.
Are you happy?"