_TOMMY PUFFER._
Willie was happy that night. He went down to the festival at the
Mission. There was Tommy Puffer’s soft, oyster-like body among the
scholars of the Mission. He was waiting for something good. His mouth
and eyes were watering. He looked triumphantly at the boys from the
other school. They wouldn’t get anything so nice. The superintendent
announced that no boy’s name would be called for a paper bag of
“refreshments” but those who had been present two Sundays. And so poor
starving Tommy Puffer had to carry his pudding-bag of a body home again
without a chance to give it an extra stuffing.