I'm sure I never finished any of my angry speeches with an oath, if I _am_ so far below him." What an afternoon that was to Tip! he will _never_ forget it.

He went no farther than the great tree, which was budding out in spring green.

Down he sat on a stone, and once more covered his face with his hands, and such a storm of rage and pain swept over him as he had never known before.
How could he, how _could_ he have said that word?
Ever since he had learned to pray, he had been afraid of that sin,--afraid he might forget, and go back to his old habits, and he had watched and guarded his lips with such care and prayer.

But lately he had given up all fear; it had been such a long time, and he had never once fallen, he felt sure that he never would again.
He had felt so sure and proud and strong, that he had asked no help from God that day; he had been so eager to spend every moment on his arithmetic, that he had found no time to go to his Bible for strength.

No wonder--oh, no wonder that he fell! He had been standing too firmly, feeling no need of help.