Long and tenderly my dear young master looked at me, then, patting me gently with his hand as if I were a child, he said,-- "Good-bye, and be good to Tom Drift; do you hear ?" If a tick could express anything, my reply at that moment must have satisfied him his parting wish would not be forgotten.

Then returning me to my new master, he said,-- "Good-bye, old boy; joy go with you.

We'll hear of you at the head of your profession before Jim and I have left school." "Not quite so soon," replied Tom, laughing.
Then came a last good-bye, and the cab drove off.

As it turned the corner of the drive Tom leaned out of the window and held me out in his hand.
Long shall I remember that parting glimpse.

He was standing on the steps with Jim waving his hands.