When the other scholars passed out, he laid his hand on Tip's arm, with the words, "You have been a good listener to-day, Edward.
Did you understand the story I told, of the boy who started on a journey to the Holy Land ?" "Some of it I did: you meant that he started for heaven." "You understand it, I see.

Don't you want to take that journey ?" "I mean to, sir." "'Help Thou mine unbelief,'" was Mr.Holbrook's prayer just then.

He had hoped for, longed for, prayed for these boys, especially for this one since the day before; yet he was astonished when he received the firm, prompt answer, "I mean to, sir,"-- astonished, as too many are, that his prayer was heard.
"Have you started, my boy ?" he asked, speaking with a little tremble in his voice.
"Yes, sir, I've tried; I told God last night that I would, but I don't much know how." "You want a lamp, don't you ?" "A what, sir ?" "A lamp.

You remember in the story the boy found dark places every little way; then he took out his lamp, so he couldn't lose the road.
Don't you need it ?" "I want some help, but I don't know as a lamp would do me any good." "Ah yes; the one I mean will surely help you, if you give it a chance." Mr.Holbrook took from his pocket a small, red-covered book, and held it up.

"Do you know what book this is ?" he asked.
"It's a Bible, ain't it ?" "Yes.