"See here!" he called, after he had moved forward a few steps; "if you see any boy raggeder than you are yourself, bring him along,--bring every boy and girl you meet who haven't anywhere else to go." "Ho!" said Tip, as soon as the gentleman was at safe distance; "if this isn't rich, then I don't know,--fireworks in that great yard, pretty near the fountain maybe, and lots of fun.

We can take anybody we like.

I know what I'll do.

I'll hunt up Bob Turner; his jacket has got enough sight more holes in it than mine has.

Oh, ho! ain't it grand, though ?" And Tip clapped his hands and whistled, and at last, finding that didn't express his feeling, said, "Hurrah!" in a good strong tone.
Yes, hurrah! Tip is right; it is glorious to think that one man out of his abundance is going to open his heart, and gather in God's poor, and, for one evening at least, make them happy.
God bless Mr.Minturn! Never had the good man's grounds entertained such a group as, from all quarters of the large town, gathered before it was quite dark.
Ragged boys and girls! If those were what he wanted, he had them, sure enough, of almost every age and size.