38 Zom Seven Years Old.

I’m going the other way. I dont mean to
go back yet. I’m not tired.”

“Tired or not, sir,” said he, “you must
just come along with me. They will all be
wondering and fussing to know where you

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are.

“Will they?” said Tom. He had been
thinking of himself, and not about them
at all. |

“Yes,” said the postman. “Come along,
sir. I won't bring you any more letters if
you don’t.”

“Qh, dear postman!” cried Tom, “don’t
say that.”

He did so want to walk all over London,
and to see everything, and he did so dislike
going home.

“Well, sir,” said the postman, after waiting
a minute, “I must go. If you won’t come
with me, I’m very sorry; but I can’t bring
you any more letters.”

Tom dashed after him before it was too
late.

“Tl go with you—wait a minute—here |