Both whirled round, and there was Mr.Shaw, standing in the doorway, applauding with all his might.
Tom looked much abashed, and said not a word; Polly ran to Mr.Shaw, and danced before him, saying, eagerly, "Was n't it splendid?
Did n't he do well?
May n't he have his velocipede now ?" "Capital, Tom; you 'll be an orator yet.

Learn another piece like that, and I 'll come and hear you speak it.

Are you ready for your velocipede, hey ?" Polly was right; and Tom owned that "the governor" was kind, did like him and had n't entirely forgotten his promise.

The boy turned red with pleasure, and picked at the buttons on his jacket, while listening to this unexpected praise; but when he spoke, he looked straight up in his father's face, while his own shone with pleasure, as he answered, in one breath, "Thankee, sir.

I 'll do it, sir.