ety rotten floor, and felt that he
could not call _it_ "Home, sweet Home."

"It's not here, Christie," he said.

"No," said Christie, thoughtfully; "I expect it's a long way from here,
Master Treffy."

"Yes," said the old man; "there must be something better somewhere."

"My mother used to talk about heaven," said Christie, doubtfully. "I
wonder if that was the home she meant?"

But old Treffy knew very little of heaven; no one had ever told him of
the home above. Yet he thought of Christie's words many times that day,
as he dragged himself about wearily, with his old organ. He was failing
very fast, poor old man; his legs were becoming feeble, and he was
almost fainting when he reached the attic. The cold wind had chilled him
through and through.

Christie was at home before him, and had lit the fire, and boiled the
kettle, and put all ready for old Treffy's comfort. He wondered what was
the matter with Treffy that night; he was so quiet and silent, and he
never even asked for his old organ after tea, but went to bed as soon as
possible.

And the next day he was too weak and feeble to go out; and Christie
watched beside him, and got him all he wanted, as tenderly as a woman
could have done.

And the next day it was the same, and the day after that, till the attic
cupboard grew empty, and all poor old Treffy's pence were gone.

"What are we to do, now, Christie?" he said, pitifully; "I can't go out
to-day, my lad, can I?"

"No," said Christie, "you mustn't think of it, Master Treffy. Let me
see, what can we do? Shall _I_ take the organ out?"

Old Treffy did not answer; a great struggle was going on in his mind.
Could he let any one but himself touch his dear old organ? It would be
very hard to see it go out, and have to stay behind,--very hard indeed.
But Christie was a careful lad; he would rather trust it with him than
with any one else; and he had come to his last piece of money. He must
not sit still and starve. Yes, the organ must go; but it would be a
great trial to him. He would be so lonely in the dark attic when
Christie and the organ were both gone. What a long, tedious day it would
be to him!

"Yes, Christie, you may take her to-morrow," he said at length; "but you
must be _very_ careful of her, my lad,--very careful."

"All right, Master Treffy," said Christie, cheerily; "I'll bring her
safe home, you see if I don't."

What a day that was in Christie's life! He was up with the lark, as
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