They're wicked men, that's certain: they were drinking and gambling,--swearing too, I guess; and this verse reads about them just as plain as day.

It says, 'Don't go near them,'-- says it over and over again; and I'll mind it, I will.

I'll take these tickets right back to Mr.Dewey, so they won't be here to put me in mind of going." No sooner said than done; he turned around and fairly galloped up the hill, around the corner, and landed nearly breathless at the market.
"Here, Mr.Dewey," he said promptly, "I've brought back your tickets; I don't want 'em this time." "What's up now ?" asked Mr.Dewey, coming out from behind his desk, and eyeing the panting boy curiously.

"Won't the tickets pass ?" "Not if they wait till I pass 'em," answered Tip in his prompt, saucy way.

"I ain't going to the circus, not an _inch_," he added, as if to assure himself that he meant it.
"But why not ?" "Oh, I've got reasons." "Well, now, Tip," said Mr.Dewey, "that's really astonishing! Suppose you give us a few of your reasons.