"He mustn't go like that, anyhow," said Mr Evans, who, for a responsible head clerk of a big business, was the most flippant person I had ever met; "look at his hair--all out of curl! Come here, little girl, and be made tidy." Once at Plummer's I had come in second for the half-mile under fourteen, and been captain of my side in the junior tug of war! Now I was to have my hair curled publicly! It was no use resisting. I was held fast while Evans with a long penholder made ringlets of my back hair, and Scroop, with his five fingers, made a fringe of my front. My hat, moreover, was decorated with quills by way of feathers, and a fan made of blotting-paper was thrust into my hands. Then I was pronounced to be nice and tidy, and fit to go and join the other little girls. I fear that the energy with which, as soon as I was released, I deranged my locks and flung the feathers from my hat, amused my persecutors as much as it solaced me. I was conscious of their hilarious greetings as I strolled up the street, trying to walk in a straight masculine way, but hideously conscious of blushing cheeks and nervous gait. I so far forgot myself that, in my eagerness to display my male superiority, I jostled against a lady, and disgraced myself by swaggering on without even apologising for my rudeness--when, to my consternation, the lady uttered my name, "Tommy." It was my mother! I was still within sight of the office. How Evans and his lot would make merry over this _contretemps_! They wouldn't know who it was who was putting her hand on my shoulder. And yet I am glad to say that I was spared that day the disgrace of being ashamed of my own dear mother. Let the fellows think what they liked. If they had mothers like mine they wouldn't be the cads they were! So, with almost unnecessary pomp, I raised my hat to my parent, and put my hand in her arm. "You're going up to Miss Bousfield's," said she; "I thought I should meet you. What a hurry you were in!" "Yes; I'm sorry I knocked against you, mother." "I'm glad you did. I'm longing to hear how you got on to-day." "Oh, pretty well." "Was it very hard work?" "Not particularly." "You'll soon be quite a man of business." It occurred to me that if my business career was to be based on no better experience than that I had hitherto had in my guardian's office, I should not rank as a merchant prince in a hurry. "Would you like me to go with you to Miss Bousfield's?" "If you like, mother. But I can go alone all right." She was a brick. She guessed what I hoped she would say, and she said it. "Well, I'll be looking out for you at tea-time, dear boy," said she. And she patted my arm lovingly as I started on. I wished those fellows could have heard her voice and seen her kind face. _She_ treated me like a man--which was more than could be said for them.