Then he heard
his mother's voice.
"Good morning, Tom; you are out early, are you not? And here are all
my groceries; the butter, and the sugar, and the fruit, and the eggs!
Now I shall be able to make a cake to-day."
Jack knew who it was that had come through the cold, before he was up
in the morning, with a basket of groceries. It was Tom, the grocer's
boy.
Then Jack heard other sounds as he went downstairs and ate his
breakfast. He heard the sound of the baker kneading his bread, and the
drip of the milk as the dairyman measured it. He heard the rattle of
the milkman's cart and the sound of the baker's boy whistling as he
delivered his loaves in the cold. He saw Tom coming down the street
again with his empty basket on his arm. He was going back to the
grocery store for another load.
Jack put on his hat and coat and ran out.
"Wait, Tom!" he called, "I have a holiday and I'll help you deliver
the groceries this morning."
NILS AND THE BEAR
Nils had been exploring the mining districts a whole day.
"I must try and climb up to earth again," he said at last, "otherwise,
I fear my companions won't find me."
The boy was about to go up the mountain when he heard a gruff voice
growl in his ear, "Who are you?"
He thought at first that he was facing a huge rock covered with
brownish moss.
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