? ? ? ? "I was meaning for the best, Tom. And Tom, it did do you good."
? ? ? ? Tom looked up in her face with just a perceptible twinkle peeping through his gravity:
? ? ? ? "I know you was meaning for the best, aunty, and so was I with Peter. It done him good, too. I never see him get around so since-"
? ? ? ? "O, go 'long with you, Tom, before you aggravate me again. And you try and see if you can't be a good boy, for once, and you needn't take any more medicine."
? ? ? ? Tom reached school ahead of time. It was noticed that this strange thing had been occurring every day latterly. And now, as usual of late, he hung about the gate of the school-yard instead of playing with his comrades. He was sick, he said, and he looked it. He tried to seem to be looking everywhere but whither he really was looking- down the road. Presently Jeff Thatcher hove in sight, and Tom's face lighted; he gazed a moment, and then turned sorrowfully away.
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