No, Howard, I'll come up in the morning; I really _can't_ to-night." Tip waited in wondering silence, while the boy, whom he counted an enemy, hurried towards him.
Ellis was a bold, prompt boy: when he had anything to say, he _said_ it; so he came to the point at once.
"See here, Tip, did I blunder the other day when I told Mr.Burrows you threw paper?
I thought I saw you." "Yes," said Tip, "you did.

I didn't throw a bit of paper that day." "Well, father said he thought I was mistaken.

I'm sure I supposed I was telling the truth.

I'm sorry.

I'll say so to Mr.Burrows and the boys, if you like, and let him find out who did it, and then was mean enough to see you whipped for it." Tip struggled a little.