"Scholars, one of your number tells me that he has something of importance to say to you; we will wait and hear him." It was well for Tip that he was a bold boy, that every day of his life had been such as to teach him a lesson of boldness, else his courage would surely have failed him, when he felt the many curious eyes resting on him.

As it was, his face was scarlet, when he turned it away from the desk and towards the boys.

Yet he spoke promptly, as he always did when he spoke at all: "I want to tell the boys that I am sorry for yesterday.

I suppose they all know what I did.

I got awful mad, and I--I said a dreadful word.