Lom Runs Away. A5

 

 

“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 2”

‘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
being angry.”

“Well,” said Tom, “I didn’t mean to tel]
you, but I've changed my mind. J 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
stopped.

“ 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