I despise that name, and I wish he could be made to understand it." "How did you happen to be called Tip at first ?" "Why," said Edward, turning over the leaves of his dictionary, "my little sister Kitty made it up before she could talk plain.

How she ever got that name out of Edward, I don't know; I'm sure I wish she had been asleep when she did it; but that's what she called me, and that's what I've been ever since." "And did Johnny, the little boy that died, ever call you so ?" Edward's eyes began to grow soft.
"Often," he said gently; "and it was about the only name he could speak; he was a little fellow." "Well, Edward, I should not think it would be such a very disagreeable name to you, when your father, who is gone, always used it, and always in kindness, you told me; and it is the only name by which little Johnny can remember you.

There are two things to be thought of in this matter," Ray continued, after a moment, finding Edward not disposed to speak: "one is, if you hope to do anything with this old companion of yours, you must be ready to take worse things from him than a quiet, inoffensive little name like that; he will learn your right name, perhaps, in time.

And the other is--What is Bob Turner's right name, my friend ?" Edward's face flushed, his lips quivered into a little smile, then he laughed outright.
"It would be ridiculous to call _him_ Robert!" he said, still laughing.
"Ray, here's my exercise, if you want it now." And Ray heard no more complaints about the offending little name.
"Say, Tip, just go home with me to-night," Bob coaxed one evening, as Edward, having been detained late at the store, was leaving just as Bob was closing the shutters.

"Mr.Ray's head is so bad you won't have any plaguy lessons to-night to hinder you.