After that he went directly to the village; just looked in at the meat market for the sake of the old days.
Somebody told Mr.Dewey who was coming, and he was just ready to say, "Hallo, Tip!" but instead, he came around from behind the counter, and, holding out his hand, said, "How do you do, Lewis?
Glad to see you." Something, either in the city-made clothes or the quiet air of dignity with which they were worn, made him dislike to say "Hallo, Tip!" to the tall young man before him.
Mr.Minturn shook him heartily by the hand.

"Never rejoiced over any one's luck more in my life!" he said; then, in the same breath, "How's Ray?
Oh yes, I see how it is, poor fellow! And you love him too; of course, every one does." There was still the schoolroom to visit, and as Edward went up the familiar walk he wished Bob Turner could have been with him to make this call.

But Bob was probably rushing like a top through the city store, without a thought of the old schoolhouse or the miserable days which he had spent there.
Mr.Burrows himself answered the knock, and gave him a hearty greeting.
Three years had made changes there.

Edward found himself looking eagerly towards the back row of seats fur the old faces,--Will, Howard, Ellis, and half a dozen others,--before he remembered that they had long since entered higher schools.

The boys whom he hid left plodding through long division were filling those back seats now, and leading their classes in algebra and Latin.