I didn't think I would ever be so wicked again; I feel awful about it.

But I don't want the boys to think that I don't love Jesus any more, because I do; and He is going to help me try again." Such a silence as was in that schoolroom then, the boys had never felt before! Mr.Burrows' face was shaded with his hand; he let the silence rest upon them for a moment, after Tip had taken his seat; then he spoke, low and solemnly,-- "Boys, what God has forgiven, I feel sure that no scholar of mine will be mean enough ever to mention again." Then the bell sounded, and the business of the day went on.

Tip had laid his head down on the desk the minute he took his seat, and he kept it there throughout the recitation.

He had been through a fearful struggle; it was hard work for a boy like him to stand up before the school and tell them how he had fallen.

But it was over now, and from his very soul he felt that he had done right.
Bob Turner, sitting beside him, was quiet and sober; and when Tip raised his arm with such a sudden jerk that he knocked his arithmetic to the floor, Bob leaned over and quietly picked it up and laid it back in its place; which was a wonderful thing for Bob Turner to do.
At noon the boys gathered around Tip, quiet and kind; no one spoke of what had been _the_ important event of the morning; all were on good behaviour.
Ellis Holbrook came into their midst.
"Tip," he said, speaking gravely, yet very coldly, "perhaps it would be as well for you to know that you made quite a blunder yesterday, when you said I told you wrong; I hadn't the slightest notion of telling you, right or wrong.