Lom goes Home. 81

 

as I’ve seen mamma, and my hen and rabbits,
and Richard and the gardener.”

His aunt gave him a kiss to carry to his
mamma from her, and he promised to keep it
safely, and give it as soon as he arrived, and
had given all his own first.

The train went exactly the same way back
as it had come to London, for Tom perfectly
remembered some fields with ponds in them,
and a garden with a fountain, that he had
passed before. The grass had changed a
little since he had been away, and grown
greener, and the branches of the trees had
begun to live again and sprout into buds.
When they came near the station, Tom could
not sit still He even forgot to put his
hands in his Ulster coat pockets. There
was light enough to see the road and the
hedge.

“Tt’s grown greener too!” cried Tom. “I
can see—I can just see. And there’s the
carriage and the coachman. He doesn’t see
me—he’s looking at the train. Coachman!

coachman !”