TOM'S FEELINGS INVESTIGATED.
as to let me suffer so. If you could come over on a log to go to your funeral, you could have come over and give me a hint some way that you warn't dead, but only run off."
"Yes, you could have done that, Torn," said Mary; "and I believe you would if you had thought of it."
"Would you Tom? " said Aunt Polly, her face lighting wistfully. " Say, now, would you, if you'd thought of it? "
"I—well I don't know. 'Twould a spoiled everything."
"Tom, I hoped you loved me that much," said Aunt Polly, with a grieved tone that discomforted the boy. " It would been something if you'd cared enough to think of it, even if you didn't do it."
"Now auntie, that ain't any harm," pleaded Mary; "it's only Tom's giddy way —he is always in such a rush that he never thinks of anything."
" More's the pity. Sid would have thought. _ And Sid would have come and done it, too. Tom, you'll look back, some day, when it's too late, and wish you'd cared a little more for me when it would have cost you so little."
" Now auntie, you know I do care for you," said Tom.
"I'd know it better if you acted more like it." "I wish now I'd thought," said Tom, with a repentant tone; " but I dreamed about you, anyway. That's something, ain't it? "
" It ain't much—a cat does that much—but it's better than nothing. What did you dream? "
" Why Wednesday night I dreamt that you was sitting over there by the bed, and Sid was sitting by the wood-box, and Mary next to him."
"Well, so we did. So we always do. I'm glad your dreams could take even that much trouble about us."
"And I dreamt that Joe Harper's mother was here."
" Why, she was here! Did you dream any more ? "
" O, lots. But it's so dim, now."
" Well, try to recollect—can't you ? "
"Some how it seems to me that the wind—the wind blowed the—the—"
"Try harder, Tom! The wind did blow something. Come! "