ity on the trembling old man, and gave him a penny from
her capacious pocket.

Thus all day long Treffy played on; over and over again his four tunes
were sounded forth, but that was the only penny he received that cold
day.

At last, as the daylight was fading, he turned homeward. On his way he
parted with his solitary penny for a cake of bread, and slowly and
wearily he dragged himself up the steep stairs to his lonely attic.

Poor old Treffy was in bad spirits this evening. He felt that he and his
organ were getting out of date--things of the past. They were growing
old together. He could remember the day when it was new. How proud he
had been of it! Oh, how he had admired it! The red silk was quite
bright, and the tunes were all in fashion. There were not so many organs
about then, and people stopped to listen,--not children only, but grown
men and women,--and Treffy had been a proud man in those days. But a
generation had grown up since then, and now Treffy felt that he was a
poor, lone old man, very far behind the age, and that his organ was
getting too old-fashioned for the present day. Thus he felt very cast
down and dismal, as he raked together the cinders, and tried to make a
little blaze in the small fire he had lighted.

But when he had eaten his cake, and had taken some tea which he had
warmed over again, old Treffy felt rather better, and he turned as usual
to his old organ to cheer his fainting spirits. For old Treffy knew
nothing of a better Comforter.

The landlady of the house had objected at first to old Treffy's organ;
she said it disturbed the lodgers; but on Treffy's offering to pay a
penny a week extra for his little attic, on condition of his being able
to play whenever he liked, she made no further opposition.

And thus, till late in the night, he turned away, and his face grew
brighter, and his heart lighter, as he listened to his four tunes. It
was such good company, he said, and the attic was so lonely at night.
And there was no one to find fault with the organ there, or to call it
old-fashioned. Treffy admired it with all his heart, and felt that at
night at least it had justice done to it.

But there was one who was listening to the old organ, and admiring it as
much as Treffy, of whom the old man knew nothing. Outside his door,
crouching down with his ear against a large crack, lay a little ragged
boy; he had come into the great lodging-room downstairs to sleep, and
had laid down o