Oh yes! But Tip Lewis to-day was different from any Tip Lewis there had ever been before on circus day.

Wasn't he trying to do right?
But then, what had circuses to do with that?
He tried to think what were his reasons for being troubled! Why did a small voice down in his heart keep telling him that the circus was no place for him now?
Looking at the matter steadily, the only reason Tip knew was, that Ellis Holbrook and Howard Minturn never went; their fathers had taught them differently.

Ellis, he knew, rather looked down on people who did go,--called them low.

This had never troubled Tip before, because he had always known himself to be low; but now, wasn't he trying to climb?
Didn't respectable people generally think that circuses were bad things?
No, poor Tip, they didn't; there was Mr.Bailey, a rich man,--so rich and so respectable that his son wouldn't stoop to lend Tip his spelling-book at school,--yet Mr.Bailey went to the circus last year and took all his children.

So did Mr.Anderson and Mr.Stone, and oh! dozens of others, rich, great men.