See if you don't." "Do you have a band here ?" Nat's eyes sparkled.
"Guess we do; a jolly band, all boys; and they have concerts and things.
You just see what happens to-morrow night." After this pleasantly exciting remark, Tommy returned to his supper, and Nat sank into a blissful reverie over his full plate.
Mrs.Bhaer had heard all they said, while apparently absorbed in filling mugs, and overseeing little Ted, who was so sleepy that he put his spoon in his eye, nodded like a rosy poppy, and finally fell fast asleep, with his cheek pillowed on a soft bun.

Mrs.Bhaer had put Nat next to Tommy, because that roly-poly boy had a frank and social way with him, very attractive to shy persons.

Nat felt this, and had made several small confidences during supper, which gave Mrs.Bhaer the key to the new boy's character, better than if she had talked to him herself.
In the letter which Mr.Laurence had sent with Nat, he had said: "DEAR JO: Here is a case after your own heart.

This poor lad is an orphan now, sick and friendless.

He has been a street-musician; and I found him in a cellar, mourning for his dead father, and his lost violin.