Old Treffy did not answer; a great struggle was going on in his mind. Could he let any one but himself touch his dear old organ? It would be very hard to see it go out, and have to stay behind,--very hard indeed. But Christie was a careful lad; he would rather trust it with him than with any one else; and he had come to his last piece of money. He must not sit still and starve. Yes, the organ must go; but it would be a great trial to him. He would be so lonely in the dark attic when Christie and the organ were both gone. What a long, tedious day it would be to him! "Yes, Christie, you may take her to-morrow," he said at length; "but you must be _very_ careful of her, my lad,--very careful." "All right, Master Treffy," said Christie, cheerily; "I'll bring her safe home, you see if I don't." What a day that was in Christie's life! He was up with the lark, as people say, but there was no lark within many a mile of that dismal street. He was certainly up before the sparrows, and long before the men on the benches in the great lodging-room. He crept out cautiously into the court in the gray morning light, and kneeling by the common pump, he splashed the water upon his face and neck till they lost all feeling with the cold. Then he rubbed his hands till they were as red as cherries, and he was obliged to wrap them up in his ragged coat that he might feel they still belonged to him. And then he stole upstairs again, and lifting the latch of the attic door very gently, lest old Treffy should awake, he combed his rough hair with a broken comb, and arranged his ragged garments to the best possible advantage. Then Christie was ready; and he longed for the time when old Treffy would awake, and give him leave to go. The sparrows were chirping on the eaves now, and the sun was beginning to shine. There were noises in the house, too, and one by one the men in the great lodging-room shook themselves, and went out to their work and to their labor until the evening. Christie watched them crossing the court, and his impatience to be off grew stronger. At length he touched old Treffy's hand very gently, and the old man said, in a bewildered voice,-- "What is it, Christie, boy? what is it?" "It's morning, Master Treffy," said Christie; "shall you soon be awake?" The old man turned over in bed, and finally sat up. "Why, Christie, boy, how nice you look!" said Treffy, admiringly. Christie drew himself up with considerable importance, and walked up and down the attic, that Treffy might further admire him. "May I go now, Master Treffy?" he asked. "Yes, Christie, boy, go if you like," said the old man; "but you'll be very careful of her, won't you, Christie?" "Yes, Master Treffy," said the boy, "I'll be as careful as you are." "And you'll not turn her round too fast, Christie," he went on. "No, Master Treffy," said Christie, "I'll turn her no faster than you do."