The next morning Bolax was playing with his dogs on the lawn when Tom Hoden made his appearance; he stood outside the gate, looking wistfully at Bo. Mrs. Allen called him in and gave him some breakfast. "Did your father tell you of my visit?" said the lady. Tom answered in his surly manner: "Yes, the old man said you was to the house, but I don't want to go to Sunday School, the fellows would call me 'rags,' and I ain't got no shoes." "That can be easily remedied," said Mrs. Allen, "come here tomorrow and see what I will have for you." The poor boy's face brightened up, and making an awkward attempt to thank the lady, he ran out of the gate. When Tom presented himself next day, Pat was called upon to give him a bath and dress him in a good suit of clothes. "Here he is, ma'am," said Pat, "and ye'd hardly believe it's the same boy." Tom held up his head and seemed quite happy; so true it is, that be one ever so poor, a clean, respectable appearance makes one feel at ease with himself and on better terms with his fellows. "Now Tom, I expect you to be here on next Thursday morning at nine o'clock." Tom promised to come and thanked Mrs. Allen. The appointed day arrived. Long before the wagon came, the children flocked into the garden. Pat was on the alert lest his flower beds should suffer. Miss Keating and Mrs. Allen made all be seated, and to while away the time sang: "Wait for the wagon, wait for the wagon, Wait for the wagon and we'll all take a ride. We are all good children; our teachers say with pride. So now to reward us, they give us all a ride." The children clapped for this; then Aunt Lucy played on the piano which could be heard distinctly out on the lawn. Amy and Aunt Lucy sang: "Come where flowers are flinging Beauty o'er the meadows gay, Where glad birds are singing, Free from care the live long day. Come where skies are smiling, Where the merry fountains play, Come, all care beguiling, Keep with Nature Holiday. Then away to the woods, Where wild flowers bloom, Where the breezes are laden With sweetest perfume. With our feet light as fairies, And hearts full of glee, We will sing with the wild bird And roam with the bee, Oh, come away, away!" Mary Dowry called Amy's attention to a charming little girl about six years old, who smiled through the railing and looked wistfully at the children. She was dressed in a pink frock, which set off her soft dark eyes. Amy went towards her and she said, "Good morning," so sweetly. "I believe she wants to come with us," said Amy. "Oh, don't let her," cried Nellie Day, "she's only a Dago." "Well, I'll give her some candy," said Bolax, "I like nice Dagos," and going to his mother, he told about the strange child. Mrs. Allen gave him a large bag of candy which he handed to the little girl.