16 Tom Seven Years Old.

deal in my head to write down for mamma.
Where is it ?”

“You can’t get it now,” answered he; “it's
in the luggage van. You must wait till we
arrive.” |

“But I shall forget it all!” cried Tom; ‘it
runs out of my head as fast as itruns in. Oh
dear me!”

There was no help for it, so he could do
nothing but lean back opposite his papa, and
feel quite like a man. He felt still more like
a man when his papa handed him Puzch to
look at, after he had done with it himself.

It was nearly dark when the train ran slowly
into 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. He held his papa’s
hand very tight as they crossed to the cab,
and did not talk much while they drove along.
At the front door of the house a lady met
them.

“And this is Tom!” she said, bending
down and kissing him. She was so like his