CHAPTER XI.
"Avoid it, pass not by it, turn from it, and pass away." Over and over in his mind did Tip repeat this verse; it seemed to sound all around him, and mixed up with everything he did.

And yet he went out of the house that evening, and turned straight down the street in the direction leading to the tented circus grounds, walking along slowly, talking to himself.
"It won't do any harm just to listen to the music.

I don't mean to go in--of course I don't! Suppose I'd do _that_, after all I said to Kitty! Besides, I couldn't if I would; I haven't got any ticket.

I'm just going to walk down that way, and see if there's lots of folks going, and if the music sounds nice." "Avoid it, pass not by it." Oh yes, Tip knew; he heard the voice, yet on he went; beginning to walk swiftly, only saying in answer, "I ain't going in; I couldn't if I wanted to; and I don't want to." By and by he came within sight of the tents and within sound of the music, which, to his untaught ears, was wonderfully beautiful; came up even to the very door of the large tent, bewitched to go just a step nearer, though he didn't mean to go in, not he.
Yes, the people were crowding in.

Mr.Douglass stood by the door.