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Inquiries at the office convinced the boy that he had been robbed before he was brought there, and naturally enough he came to the conclusion that his money had gone into the pockets of Dick Hunt and his companions. At the door of the tenement house Mr. Scott left Theo, who hurried eagerly up the stairs. On the landing he met Jimmy Hunt, who called out: "Hi o, Tode, where ye been all night?
So the question was repeated, and Tode, still lookingly earnestly up into the man's face, nodded silently. "That's right, my son come," and a large, kindly hand was laid gently upon the boy's shoulder. Without a word he walked on beside the stranger. The sexton was standing in the vestibule as the two approached. A look of blank amazement swept across his face at sight of the boy in such company.
The very next afternoon Tode was sent on an errand to the Hastings mansion. It wasn't often he got out in the daytime, so he made the most of his walk; and the voice was fresh and cheery which floated up to Pliny Hastings as he tossed wearily among the pillows in his mother's room. "Is that Tode? Yes, it is, I hear his voice. Dora, ring the bell, I want to have him come up here."
"Well now," broke in Tode, his lips hurrying to tell the thought that had been filling his mind for some minutes, "why don't everybody go there? I heard about that awful place where some folks go. Mr. Birge told about it in some of his preaching. Now what's that for? Why don't they all go to heaven?" The little old lady heaved a deep sigh. "Sure enough, why don't they?" she said at last.
He wanted to get away, for he did not know what to do or say. The old man was lying as if asleep, but when the doctor spoke to him he looked up and his dim eyes brightened at sight of the familiar face of the boy. "Oh, bishop, it's you is it? Got a paper for me?" he said with a feeble smile. Tode wriggled uneasily as he answered gruffly, "Guess ye don't want none to-day, do ye?"
Martin went out, and Tode, with a long, happy breath, leaned back in the big chair and looked about him at the many books, at the dark head bent over the desk in the alcove, finally at the noble face of the bishop intent on his writing. This was the beginning of many happy hours for Tode.
In the morning he showed so plainly the effects of his wakeful night, and of his first moral battle, that the bishop was much concerned. He had begun to teach the boy to write that he might communicate with him in that fashion, but as yet Tode had not progressed far enough to make communication with him easy, though he was beginning to read quite readily the bold, clear handwriting of the bishop.
She came back with an old pail full of hot water, a piece of soap, a broom and a cloth, and then she proceeded to show Tode how to clean the woodwork and floor, thoroughly, with special attention to the dark corners which looked, indeed, as if they had never been visited by a broom.
"You come along," he exclaimed, briefly, and he started off with the child still in his arms, and Nan followed wonderingly. She shrank back as he pushed open the door of a restaurant, but Tode went in and after a moment's hesitation, she followed. "What'll he take some beef?" inquired the boy. "Oh no!" cried Nan, hastily, "some bread and milk will be best for him." "All right.
Now Tode had in mind all day a burning desire to tell Dora that he had made all the twenty-six letters of the alphabet, just twenty-six times on twenty-six old envelopes that he had gathered together from various waste-baskets, and could "make every one of 'em to a dot." But instead of all this he said: "Say, do you believe all this queer talk?" "What do you mean, Tode?"
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