174 Tom Seven Years Old.

 

tired and hot. He ran to the gardener to
show it to him.

“Well done, Master Tom!” said he, when
he saw the money.

“T’m going to take it at once, this very
minute, to the poor little girl’s home,” said
Tom, “so that she can buy a dinner for to-
morrow.”

His mamma was standing ready on the
steps with her bonnet and shawl on. Tom
carried the six shillings and eightpence tightly
in his hand. ‘They started.

“IT mean to run,” said Tom, “because
walking is so slow.”