CHAPTER XIII.
"The rich and poor meet together; the Lord is the Maker of them all." The boys gathered around the stove before school, and talked.

The boys,--not all of them, by any means.

Only that small, select number who were above, and led all the rest.

Tip wandered outside of the circle, feeling very forlorn; he didn't belong anywhere these days.

Bob and his friends had very nearly deserted him; there was scarcely any of their fun in which he had time or desire to join, and the other cliques in school had never noticed him; so he stood outside, and wondered what he should do with himself.