Don't him cry; him shall have a penny to buy a multiplication-table with." "Hold your tongue!" answered Tip, too angry to see how foolish it was to let such words, coming from a boy who didn't know a single line of the multiplication-table, provoke him.
"_Such_ a pity!" began Bob again; "when it had spelled its lesson all so nice, and had its face washed and its hair combed so pretty.

Mustn't cry now, to spoil its face.

Poor little fellow!" Tip turned to his tormentor a face perfectly white with rage, and the boys hardly knew his voice: "Bob Turner, if you say another word, I'll knock you down and thrash you within an inch of your life.

I will"-- Oh, Tip Lewis! God forgive you for the way in which you in your blind rage have finished that sentence,--for the use which you have made of that great Name, which above all others you profess to reverence and fear! The awful word, once spoken, recalled him to himself: he clapped both hands over his face and ran wildly up the hill, then down out of sight.
The boys had all heard it.

Howard, Ellis, Will Bailey, and a half-dozen others, were just behind him.
Ellis Holbrook's pride rose high.
"There's your wonderful boy," he said, "who was so changed, and has taken it upon himself to preach so many sermons to _me_.