If you'll carry home packages for me for an hour, and not steal one of them, I'll give you two tickets for the circus." Tip's cheeks glowed at the word steal, and he came near telling Mr.Dewey to carry his own packages, if he were afraid to trust him.
But then, those two tickets! Here was a chance for Kitty.

The conflict commenced again.
A whole hour in which to decide it, for Tip meant to do the work any way.
Up and down the streets, stopping at this house and that with his parcels, back again to the market for more, all the time in a whirl of thought.

The question was almost decided when the two green tickets were placed in his hand; it closed over them eagerly.

He hurried towards home.
Towards home led him past the brick hotel.

In the bar-room sat some of the circus men; he knew them by their heavy beards, which almost covered their faces; knew them also because he knew every man in town, just who were strangers and who were not.