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Updated: May 11, 2025
The baby stared at him for an instant and then as Tode hugged him more roughly than he realised, the little lips trembled and the baby began to sob. That almost broke Tode's heart. He put the child down, crying out bitterly, "Oh Little Brother, you ain't goin' to turn against me, sure?"
"That big red-headed feller that they call Carrots." "Well Carrots'll find himself knocked out o' business," declared Tode, fiercely. When the newsboys assembled at the newspaper office a little later, Dick speedily reported Tode's remark, and soon all eyes were on the alert to see what would happen. Tode was greeted rather coldly and indifferently, but that did not trouble him.
Martin asked smiling down on Tode's smooth head. The bishop looked keenly at the boy, then he smiled contentedly and drew the little fellow to his side. "Well, well!" he said, "the clothes we wear do make a great difference, don't they, Mrs. Martin? He's a fine looking lad. Gibson, this is the boy I was telling you about." The little dark man turned and looked at Tode as the bishop spoke.
But say, Todie, why don't you drink a drop?" "I ain't a going to," was Tode's only answer. The two friends looked at each other curiously. "You're green," said Pliny, at last. "Yes," said Tode, promptly, "maybe; so's the moon." Whereat the two laughed and strolled away. "Isn't he a queer chap?" they said to each other as they went out into the snow.
Tode found him useful, too, for he kept vigilant watch when the boy was busy at his stand, and suffered no thievish fingers to snatch anything when Tode's eyes and fingers were too busy for him to be on the lookout.
"No, we ain't exactly," said Tode. "But it wouldn't take long to get aboard if that is what you want, particularly if you've got a fire in there." And he peered curiously in at the drowsy passengers. It was just at this point that Mr. Hastings threw his furry cloak away from him, and settled among his other wraps for a night's rest. The action caught Tode's eye.
The dog wagged his abbreviated tail, licked Tode's fingers, and rubbed his head against the ragged trousers of his new friend. "Ye do, hey! Well, I'll keep ye ter-night, anyhow. Le' see, what'll I call ye? You've got ter have a name. S'posin' I call ye Tag. That do hey, Tag?" The dog gave a quick, short bark and limped gaily about the boy's feet. "All right we'll call ye Tag then.
He gave Tode a careless nod by way of greeting, as the latter dropped into the seat next him. To Tode's great satisfaction the lesson chanced to be on the birth of the Lord Jesus, and Mr. Scott told the boys the whole story so clearly and vividly, that Tode at least was intensely interested.
"What ever is it coming at? I can't make nothing out of it." Nevertheless he read on; only a few lines more and then this sentence: "Art thou not from everlasting, O Lord my God, mine Holy One?" A sudden look of intelligence and delight flushed over Tode's face; and springing up he rushed into the hall and down the stairs, nearly tumbling over Mr. Ryan in his haste. Mr.
On and on he ran until he reached his room where Tag gave him a wildly delighted welcome, and in a very short time thereafter the stand at "Tode's Corner" was doing a brisk business. Tode's patrons were mostly newsboys of his acquaintance, who came pretty regularly to his stand for breakfast, and generally for a midday meal, lunch or dinner as it might be.
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