‘Tom! Tom! Where are you?’ No answer. ‘Where is that boy? When I find him, I’m going to…’ Aunt Polly looked under the bed. Then she opened the door and looked out into the garden. ‘Tom!’ She heard something behind her. A small boy ran past, but Aunt Polly put out her hand and stopped him. ‘Ah, there you are! And what’s that in your pocket?’ ‘Nothing, Aunt Polly.