A Call With Tommy.

Auckland Star, Volume XX, Issue 285, 30 November 1889, Page 3 (Supplement)

A Call With Tommy.

As a reward for having been a good boy tot nearly an hour, Mrs Whybe book her little son Tommy with her. the other afterhotin when she went to return a call she had long owi-kl Mrs Greene. -

Mra Greene had a little boy of aboub Tommy's age, but he waa by no means a boy so fertile in expedients when it came to gebbing inbo mischief and making obher people miserable. Little Hal Greene was out when the callers first arrived. Mrs Whyte said :— 'Oh, Mrs Greene, I'm v ( eiy glad to _J6e you. I have intended calling this long time, but really could not sooner. I hope you'll excuse me for bringing my littl* Tommy with me, he-^——' «Why, .certainly,' cried Mra Greene. ' I'm delighted,to see you both. It seems sd much less formal to have you just run in this way with your little boy. How do you do, my little man ?' * Shake hands with the lady, Tommy.* •Don't want to,' says Tommy, hanging «Why, Tommy, I'm ashamed of you. Go and speak to the lady.' * I don't want to.' ' You're hot afraid oi me, are you, my dear ?' Bays Mrs Greene. ' How do you do this winter,M"» Greecef said Mrs Whyte. 'Ihear that—Tommy, let bhab book alone.' : AkA>"

' He won't hurt the book, I'm quite well —and be careful, little boy, that small table upsets very easily.' ' Tommy! Go away from thattable % yes, I heard that you had been quite ill, and Tommy, Tommy, put thab vase down.* * I was sick —bub I wouldn'b rock so far back in that chair, little boy, it tips over easily.'

' Tommy, get oub of that chair. Yes, I knew, that you—Tommy, stop drumming on that piano.' 'Yes, I was afraid at first that—.l. wouldn'b try to close that screen, dear, ib will fall on you.' 'Why,- Tommy, what are you doing! Don't touch that screen again. Mamma is so ashamed of you. Did you really havo a touch of typhoid fever? I heard—Tommy Whyte, whab are you doing pulling that bable drawer out? Let it alone. I had typhoid fever once, and—Tommy Whyte, what do you mean by standing on that plush chair with your dirty boots ? Get righb down. There, over goes the chair* I declare I—as I. was saying, Mrs Greene, when I waa siok,, I-don t whirl around so on that piano stool. Tommy.' Master Hal here appears, and the fun begins in earnest. : Their Modoodike per. formances bring the call to a speedy ter> mination, and tbe ladies parb, each agreeing bhab the other's boy is the 'very worst youngster that ever lived and breathed. 1