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looked new and shining, and bright and
snug.

“Mamma!” cried Tom, “it’s just like the
pantomime! The curtain goes up suddenly,
and you see what is behind! And you didn’t
know at all what was coming—nobody could
ever guess what was coming!”

He had to go and kiss her again, she looked
so nice, and everything looked so nice.

“Papa must come up and see all that is
behind the curtain,” said Tom; “only let him
wait till after I’m in bed, and really behind
my own white curtains, and then there will
be me also to see, you know!”

His papa and mamma both came upstairs
after dinner.

“Papa!” cried Tom, as he opened the
door; “ you remember the prince in the silver
coat at the pantomime—you didn’t see him,
but I told you all about it—well, I’m as happy
as him.” |

“You know what I say when I hear you’re
happy ?” said his mamma. “ You know what
I always say; don’t you, Tom 2?”