"At Mr. Badger's, and I came from New York with a Mr. Blanco."

"Where is your father?"

"He is in Italy."

"And that is over the sea, over the sea!" she murmured, as she returned to
her sitting-room. There she stood looking at the picture of a ship, and,
glancing up at the church vane, which could be seen from her window, she
wondered if the weather would be easterly and rainy that day.

When they were alone, Tony said to Mr. Walton, "Do you see Tim Tyler
often?"

"Pretty often."

"And they are real poor?"

"O yes."

On his way home Tony met Charlie.

"Mr. Walton says they are real poor at Tim Tyler's, Charlie. I wish I had
some money to give him."

Charlie thought a minute, and then he spoke up, eagerly, "I say, Tony,
let's get up a fair for him."

"That's the very thing I wanted to ask you about. Now it's strange we