Tip had never seen this with such wide-open eyes as he did to-day; so coming home did not quiet the vexing thoughts.
He split wood and pumped water without whistling a note, growing more sober every minute.

At last, after supper, when the work was all done that he could do, he drew a sigh of relief; it was so nice to have time for thought.

He could go up to his attic, and he would not come down, no, not if it wasn't in three days, until this thing was decided finally and for ever.
Kitty sewed steadily on the seam which her mother had fixed for her, and wondered why Tip didn't come down and hear her lesson, which had been ready for him this hour.

It was another hour before he came; then his mother said,-- "Tip, if you've a cent in the world, do take it, and go and get your father some of that cough-candy.

I do believe he hasn't stopped coughing since supper." Tip took his hat and started for the store; as he went he whistled a little.