Lom gives his Presents. 93

nice new room, arranging his toys in his own
press, when he was told there was a young
gentleman in the drawing-room waiting to see
him. It was the boy who lived in the nearest
white house. He met his mamma on the
stairs. She had her bonnet and shawl on.

“I’m going out,” she said. “You must
take care of your visitor, and make him
happy.”

Tom knew quite well how to make himself
happy, because he could tell exactly what he
liked best to do; but he did not know how to
make anybody else happy, and was not sure
if he would be able. He told his mamma so.

“You can, if you try,” she answered; and
Tom promised at least to try, before he ran
into the drawing-room.

His visitor was standing by the fire, with
his hat in his hand. His face was white, and
his eyes were blue, and his boots were very
black and glossy. He was not like Bob, or
Jack, or Henry, or any other boy Tom had
seen.

“What's yourname ?” asked Tom. It was