<h2 class="p4">CHAPTER XII.<br/> <span class="small">THE LEAVE-TAKING</span></h2>
<p class="pp6q">“<i>All ‘Tommy Smith’s Animals’ take leave with joy</i>,<br/>
<i>For they know Tommy Smith is a different boy</i>.”</p>
<p class="drop-cap04">WHEN Tommy Smith had gone to
sleep, the owl flew away, and he
flew to the same place where he had
met the other animals before, and found
them all there again waiting for him (of
course, it had been arranged). Then
all the animals began to tell each other
about the conversations they had had
with Tommy Smith, and what a very
much better boy he had become. They
were all so glad; and, of course, they all
thanked the owl, because it had been
his idea.</p>
<p>Then the owl thanked all the animals
for thanking <i>him</i>, and he said that it <i>was</i>
his idea, but that it might just as well
have been the idea of any other animal
there, and he wished that it <i>had</i> been,
because, <i>then</i>, he could have called it
clever, but <i>now</i>, of course, he couldn’t,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[206]</SPAN></span>
for <i>that</i> would be praising himself,—which
would <i>never</i> do. You see, he wanted to
be modest. One ought always to be
modest when one makes a speech. And
now (the owl said) he was quite sure
that Tommy Smith would never be
unkind to animals any more as long as
he lived, because, just before he flew
away, he had asked him to promise that
he wouldn’t. But Tommy Smith had
just gone off to sleep then, and so he
had had to promise it in his sleep.
“And, you know,” said the owl, “that
when a promise is made in <i>that</i> way, it
is always kept.” Then all the animals
clapped their—well, whatever they could
clap, and said “Hurrah!” and the
meeting broke up.</p>
<p>And the owl was right. As Tommy
Smith grew older, and became a big
boy, he found that animals did not talk
to him any more in the way they used
to do. It seemed as if they only cared
to talk to <i>little</i> boys or girls. But there
was one way of having conversations
with them, which he got to like better
and better, and that was to go out into
the woods and fields and watch what<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[207]</SPAN></span>
they were doing. He soon found that
that was quite as interesting as really
talking to them. In fact, it <i>was</i> talking
to them in another kind of way, for
they kept telling him all about themselves,
only without speaking. And the
more Tommy Smith learnt about them,
the more he liked them, until the animals
became his very best friends. Of course,
one is never unkind to one’s very best
friends, and, besides, Tommy Smith had
given the owl a promise—in his sleep.</p>
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