CHAPTER XXII.
"I will lead them in paths that they have not known." "See here, Tip," called Mr.Minturn, appearing in his store door one morning not long after the examination; "I want to talk to you." Tip swung his basket off his shoulder, and went into the store.

He was at work for Mr.Dewey, and every piece of meat which he carried home took the form, in his eyes, of a Latin grammar and a dictionary; for these two books were what he was at present aiming after.
"I'm in a great hurry, Mr.Minturn," he said; "I've got a piece of meat for your folks in my basket, and I expect they want it." "They'll have to wait till they get it," answered Mr.Minturn; "but I never hinder folks long.

What are you going to do with yourself, now school's out ?" "Oh, work; anything I can find to do while vacation lasts." "So you're going to keep on at school, are you?
I thought likely, since your father was laid up, you'd he hunting for steady work, so you could help the family along.

There's a hard winter coming, you know." There was no mistaking Mr.Minturn's tone.

It said, as plainly as words could have done, "That's what I think you ought to do, anyhow." Tip looked troubled.