"It is nothing to care about, I am sure; look up;" and he pulled down his hands.

"Say you are sorry--speak the truth--keep with me, and no one shall hurt you again." Very different this from Tom's chosen associates; but he was still obdurate, sullen, and angry, and would not speak, nor open his heart to those kind words.

After one more, "I could not help it, Tom, you've no business to be sulky," Norman took up the bottle, opened it, smelled, and tasted, and was about to throw it into the river; when Tom exclaimed, "Oh, don't, don't! what will they do to me?
give it to me!" "Did they give you the money to pay for it ?" "Yes; let me have it." "How much was it ?" "Fourpence." "I'll settle that," and the bottle splashed in the river.

"Now then, Tom, don't brood on it any more.

Here's a chance for you of getting quit of their errands.