“Yes.”
She only shook her head, and looked sad.
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.”