As Mr. Walton was walking home he met Tony, one of his favorites.

"Well, Tony, how is the club? Have they all got the shields Miss Barry
gave them?"

"I think so, and you were very kind to promise what you did; but we don't
have any meetings now."

"Don't you?"

"No, sir."

"Won't you come in and see me?"

Tony followed his friend into the clergyman's study. Then Mr. Walton found
his mother and brought her into the study.

"This little fellow is one of my Sunday-school boys, and his name is
Tony."

"Why," said the old mother, looking into his face, "I have seen him
before."

And Tony lifted his eyes--large, lustrous, black--to the old lady's face
rimmed with silver hair, and said, ingenuously,

"I don't think you ever did. I have never been here."

"But I have seen you, and I want to see you again; and you will come when
you can, won't you? Where do you live?"