II2 Lom Seven Years Old.

“No; certainly not,” said she. ‘ You must
go by yourself.”

Tom walked slowly outside, and stood at
the head of the stairs. He was trying harder
than ever to forget what he could not help
remembering, but it was no use. All the
time he knew that the accordion was close to
him, inside the cupboard, behind the box of
bricks; and that, if he really wanted to be like
the martyrs, and give up the thing he liked
best, he must go back and drag it out, and
hand it to Archie to make him happy.

“And I will!” cried Tom suddenly, in a
loud voice. He ran in before he could change
his mind. Archie was standing by the

window.
“Haven't you been to the cupboard ?”
asked Tom. ‘“ Haven't you seen it ?”

“Seen what ?” said Archie, puzzled.

Tom did not answer, but pulled open the
door quickly, pushed away the box of bricks,
and dragged out the accordion.

“There!” said he. “Takeit. -I’ve given
it to you.”