ers in his hand, and all these people looked at Jim in a perplexed way, except Mr. Aston, who appeared quite happy and unconcerned.
"Say good-bye to Mrs. Moss, Christopher," he said authoritatively. "You are coming with me."
"Where to?" demanded the boy with a sudden access of caution.
Christopher began to scramble up into the carriage and was unceremoniously hauled down.
"Manners, Christopher. Mrs. Moss is waiting to say good-bye."
Now, Mrs. Moss had been very kind to the little waif and taken him to her motherly childless heart, and in spite of her excitement over this wonderful event, or because of it, she could not refrain from a few tears. Jim was not indifferent to the fact--any more than he had been to the lark's song, but he secretly thought it very inconsiderate of her to cloud this extraordinary adventure with anything so depressing as tears. He was the more aggrieved as against his will, against all reason and all tradition of manliness, he fou