AO Tom Seven Years Old.

 

back. I did so want to walk all over London,
and see everything.’

Tom was still very angry indeed with
Bob. He had begun being angry, and could
not stop. He always paid his papa a visit
in his room before breakfast.

“Papa,” he asked, “don’t you think Bob
is a dreadfully horrid boy ?”

“Have you been quarrelling?” asked his
papa.

“T haven't seen him this morning,” said
Tom.

“ But yesterday; can you remember ?”

“Fle quarrelled with me. I didn’t quarrel
with him,” said Tom. ‘“ He wanted me to
be his horse, and to drive me, and I said |
wouldn't, papa. I asked you long ago if
you didnt think Bob a dreadfully horrid
boy, and you wouldn't tell me. I am sure
you do—don't you? I dislike him vzery
much—as much as I dislike eating batter-
pudding.”

“Tom,” said his papa, “shut your eyes and
think a minute. If your mamma were here,