22 Tom Seven Years Old.

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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.

“T 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 amnotcross 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